Woman: A beautiful Wonder thou art.

In honour of Women and in support of the International Women's Day which was on March 8, 2018...

I wrote this poem.

I am darkly and beautiful.
Jars of oils hide behind your eyes.
Wells of springing emotions.
My hips swell with time, unimaginable arcs.
Coming in slow returns, endless motions.
Lights glimmering up and down.
I speak, voice of rushing waters.
From ancient oceans, creased valleys.
I dine with the oracles, over the sea.
Words, bursting like numerous fireworks.
Exposing ignorance under my light.
The trail of my neck are sweet excess of beautiful wine.
Rare elixir under the moonlight.
A Tower of leaping songs and rhymes.
I am the birth of the Sun.
My eyes are awake as the moon.
Able, seeing, unfrightening.
I am a familiar body.
Whispering arts of beauty, domination and conquer.
My breasts are high like my pride.
Round and firm like my resounding belief.. Profound words sparkling across centuries.
I am a magical ocean, ever flowing, ever shining.
A cornucopia of tales.
Sweetened and bittered grapes, vines at the heart of my chest.
I am not lost in the tide of rage and war.
I rise like the sea.
I rise like the dust.
I am a Woman.