The woman is nothing
Like a rag doll whose existence
You inundate and dominate
Toward procreation,
.
Just look at how she gravitates
To the mean, catastrophic men,
Taking emotional shelter under their primal developments.
.
She feels immense,
Intense physical pain
In copulation and childbirth,
Will shower in any slew of reigning gifts and
.
Will smile a gift of ash at the dissembled horizon,
Take off more clothing to
Light a fire of anger in men,
A fire over which all life is given meaning.