An Independent Woman - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

an independent woman had taken so much lust inside her breast
she was filled and then bored and decided to throw
all her hormones away

thinking that now

it is time for love, surfing and searching, what love is in the person
not the body that she sees everyday
it must be someone
different from the rest, the one that comes with gentleness like a dropp of
water on her cheek and falls down slowly along the lines of her nose
into her lips and seeps down
to her tongue
and slides
in her throat, perhaps something melodramatic, someone who likes to listen
about her life story, gives her time and attention, and shares her vision
of life
& death

& rebellion

she is looking for love, a conversation, she is looking for one who can hold
her hands and feel her head falling on his chest

this independent woman now believes in casing, in caging, in marriage,
in bowing, in enslavement,
because the man who loves her demands just that
testing her
taming her, the shrew, the wild bird, and if she starts learning these tricks,
who knows,
she may finally find the man who shall love her forever

and when they get old, they watch tv, and they stay together as two
faithful shadows in a mirage

(she may not like it, but if she needs love, she may finally learn
what is this marriage all about)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 25, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, August 25, 2008

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