give me that womans woeful eyes
that rupture bizzare ghosts of another time
that her mind cant seem to remember anymore
give me that soul which has become out of focus
that I may clear the blurry film in that life
give me that ivory neck filled with pulses
of an inexplicable nature
give me that lover, that sinner
give me her disease,
I will eat her cancer
I will cure her
so that she may become a bloomer
a bruised life sitting on the street corner
hear me every woman who feels as if she is a
loner
no no
you are not alone
bring our hands together, yes me woman
yes us, feminine; we have all been under that rain
we have, frail; inside all felt that womanly pain
keep your head up lady
there is much to gain.