There maybe something more

Profound

Disembodied

Unbound fears are groomed and birthed

Taken for more than man 

Made worthy

To a woman

A woman 

Is a womb man

Is a wound

Man, 

Love is prevailing

When love is not for the flesh

When love is not for the prize

The trophy

The flashing teeth

The knives 

The wooing 

The woes

The virgin blood on the hoes

Love is prevailing 

And with you love has eyes

That cultivate 

And witness

A woman 

Is loved.