he handed me the sky in a pitcher
and told me to bathe in it
so i undid my hair and my shirt and slid into the ocean that frothed over with white clouds and swirled like the mist in hot chocolate
and as he watched me i had a thought and asked if he fished out the sunlight on purpose
because that was my favorite part
well
he leaned across the cold bathtub, took my face in his hands
his eyes fluttered shut, and he whispered
you are the sun

Poems about women  
Spills of passion  
Flow from anger  
Burst from love  
Gather dust in libraries  
Find homes in back pockets  
Adorn bulletin boards.  

Counting poems  
About women,  for women  
Is endless    
Reams of works  
Billow forth  
From crazed minds of men  
Hourly,  daily, weekly

Small wonder  
This gentle ***  
Incomprehensible,  
Entices, enchants
  
Fill pages with thoughts of her  
Ease all tension, write