A woman
is not like a flower
curled tightly
unfurling to reveal
lush beauty
only to become
dry and brittle
and crumble
away
Nor is she a fruit
juicy and sweet
to be taken
when ripe
with rosy skin
and soft flesh
awaiting a lover's
tender
lips
She is not a trinket
nor a damsel
She is tall and short
She is fair and dark
thick and thin
She has breasts
nothing more
And is nothing more
Than a woman