Although this poem could apply to the goddess that lives inside every man’s body, I happen to be fantasizing about my new lover and his inner feminine:
A poem for HER
she is hidden
from the world
veiled behind
a man’s body
accessible only
through his secret vault
longing to be seduced
revealed & known
but she’s no damsel
no victim nor con
an innocent wildfire
awaiting the wind
this unruly prisoner
has served her term
& is soon to be seen
dancing recklessly
under the moon
