I am Woman

This post is for Melanie.
I can't say I've ever written a poem like this before. Or even in this fashion. But I was inspired; and then by Melanie I was supported.

Men love our curves
That is where we keep our mystery.
We balance worlds on our hips and
Cradle innocence in the crook of our arms.
Our breasts support, comfort, and drain the tears of pain and
Confusion.
The dip from our neck to our well crafted shoulders is where we bid fear to slide and slither away; where
knowledge and pride rest gracefully.
The collar bone to the chin is home to deep seeded passions and secrets
Never ending secrets.
The arch of the back to the hollow of our spine and
Our calves tilted high is
Where you might find constellations of surprise
The flip of our wrists, the palm of our hands is where
We give our thanks, how we show our praise.
Our sturdy fingers, knuckles and nails catch oceans of hope, winds of change…
The hollows of our eyes to the strength in our thighs
Makes us powerful, mystical, desired…
And thus
Creates us
Woman