Woman, My Woman (a spoken word piece)

A poem about a woman who doesn't exist, so far as I know

Poem, poem! Will you come,
dressed in skin and peering into my soul
like a lover, yielding and warm?
Or will your form be formless,
your stroking fingers as bodiless
as the crushing, downcast air of the storm?

What I need, poem, is a woman;
She's about my height, maybe a little shorter
With small and shining and mischievous
eyes, like Jurassic jewels. Her skin is a little darker than mine,
her laughter a little louder, her mouth a little larger,
and freer. Oh, her body is lively as a kitten and her hands
are always moving; her breasts are small and unabashed,
her stomach, smooth and flat. She's missing a few toes too
from some interesting accident that she retells, when drunk,
with ribaldry and intoxicating zeal.

I look at her and my mouth loosens
into a goofy, smitten grin that I can't hide.
She looks at me and is well aware of
the power she holds over my soul; she smiles
and I melt, and feel like crying to let these
feelings out of my soul, to flow like honey
from a spoon; she takes me to her room,
floating as we go, and I am complete.
And I am happy, Lord, I am finally truly happy.

Oh poem, you are a cruel mistress,
to use a well-worn cliché -- poem, go away!
Leave me to brood and conjure fantastical phantoms,
and to wait, and to hope.

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[gorgaable]

I laughed, then paused, then laughed a bit again, while i stare to the monitor following the words carefully, repeat the video again and laughed again, then paused again .Wow this is great brother !! Really good to watch and enjoy !