I can be at a play
pre-pandemic
or a rock concert
or reading a wise book
or listening to women of rock playlists
and my dog’s ears perk up
at the exact moment I feel reborn with fists.
It’s how women
feel with full hearts
the all-seeing eye between the eye
the sex beating between our thighs
words and page breaks of whispers
book, sentences, illustrations with murmurs
revealing truths, flaws and memoirs
biographies, videos—your secrets
combined into muses
Greek statues touching my olive skin
taking me on a tour
of ancient scripts of womxn
laying bare with a lyre and a harp
kissing each other for
inspiration.
How my mind soars into the old world
while I am at my desk drinking jasmine tea
with one brick view
and one woman (me)
To give some hope
to other womxn (you)
to acknowledge
those feelings
and turn them into
fresh ground coffee
for others to drink.