The Difference
There is something about a woman
who exudes totality
A radiance that commands on lookers by,
swirling like Medusa
her strands of hair the snakes from which she draws her power
Noble
Sensual
Benevolent
Rooted in a fragrance,
that lights itself across a lunar complexion
A canvas that is a womb in itself,
Strong in its way to soften
any substance
I am a mere gardener
tending to a flower that will bloom
on its own accord.
If I stay patient, in time, it will provide shade, shelter and a sense of sureness that I am in the right place.
Even when it rains,
I will be content
