Wild Woman Writing

A love poem for the wild women I've met and the ones I can feel in the horizon.

To find an orb in a book and devour it.
What kind of woman would.
What kind of forbidden fruit. 
Which herbs and oils.
I wish our mothers understood.

To give life and watch it grow wings.
What kind of woman would.
What kind of witchcraft. Godhood.
Which magic spell or incantation.
I wish all mothers understood.

To slow dance in the afternoon rain.
What kind of lovers would.
What it takes for her to love you back.
Why the nymph and satyr stayed loyal.
I wish the world understood.

To be fervid and speaking in flames.
What kind of artist. Half-man, half-woman.
What woman dead-eyed or alight 

What animal in heat possessed you
to make all your zesty dreams come alive
in sound, in touch, in taste, in aroma, in sight?
What kind of woman would. 
A woman like I, 
and then I understood.

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A Hint:

A scene from The Vampire and the Ballerina

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