I want to love a woman who can bleed
once a month
Not some post-Madonna
primadonna
(like a virgin)
made of ivory, stone or precious metal.
I can not love a statue
an object
But a woman can share my life
and my love
A woman of flesh, hair, bone, muscle, blood
all the things that make up a human being
When we make love, our bodies can glisten
with sweat
I want to smell like you
I want you to smell like me
I've got your body on my mind
in my mind
I want to love a woman with a mind
of her own
Not a vapid-eyed Miss America
Angel of the House
Bright eyes concealing a
vast emptiness
I can not love a goddess of Ivory Snow White
with hard, cold, perfect skin
and a blank, lifeless stare
But a goddess of soft, warm, beautiful, and imperfect flesh---
strong sinews and scars
to tell of a life with a story
She can share my love
and my life
I want to love a woman with a soul
So that I know she will care for my heart
when I give it away to her
Originally written 8/1987, revisited and re-written for a very special lady, 10/07