The many ways you wear the colour red

You have just completed a book called perfect woman. 
Do you fear inadequacy now? 
Now that you realise 
duality in nature
is really the law 
of all gender 
manifesting in every 
living thing?
You are the other
as he becomes the absolute. 
Observe;
The phases of the moon operating 
as a measure of temporality - 
a monthly impulse
occurs without force, without injury
and you bleed.

What does a body tell you?   
That you have a large mouth 
who’s corners run away from one an other?
or that you have locus’s of identity – 
With many openings and closings? 
Breasts, thighs, butt, bellies
- brain. 
The most central parts of a woman.
But you never let them speak on behalf of you. 
Otherwise your boundaries will become ill defined 
By breast, stomach and thighs.

Often you are a theatre, 
that is guarded by curtains of sterile perception. 
Then you are sex and then 
you are turned infant again.
She. Her. I. 
They all say you harbour many versions of the word soft.
Do you feel
or fear
it’s
truth?  

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