HOW WOMEN

open themselves
up
for you
has always
been
magical,
whether
to love
or
to kill
or to do
both
is nature's
lubricant.
How subtle,
how nuanced,
how the wetness
glistens
on cherry-pink lips
thick
with flavor
of a million bees
gone mad with fruition.
How unlike men
they are,
tank-like men,
men coming
at them
with their steel treads
& beetle-like opinions.
Huffing & puffing
yet providing
the smell of domination
upon a fertile
but heretofore
barren
landscape.

How mismatched
they are,
and perfect.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015