There are a million kinds of women in the world
a million kinds million kinds
in the world there are a million kinds
a million kinds of women
Some honeydrip love
feel like you did
when your breath smelled titwarm
on mother’s milk
Some cradle girltime fears
deep into womanhood
& form walls & firebreaks
& roots to stumble on
Some pass on the street
smelling of fresh cut cucumber
or butterfly laden
tangerine blossoms
Some achingly beautiful
& some ache for beauty
& some ache from beauty
& some never know
Some sharp edged & bright bladed
& they cut
& cut & you
beg to bleed
there are 2 kinds of women in the world
2 kinds
those I’ve forgotten &
those I can’t forget
