PROUD TO BE ALL WOMAN
She stands before it
She lets her clothes fall
She lets her hair loose
Rich clusters of black snakes
Tumble down, open
Her shoulders are shapely
Her skin glows in the light
She hefts her bust to hold it straight
Her hands go to her thighs
She turns sidewards to see herself
Her back, her bum, her legs
The clothes lie in a heap from which
Out peep her two soft feet
She is altogether petite
She is altogether strange
Her eyes look back at her, smiling
She is a ripe orange
She stands there, moving now and then
She is her own star
She is her own universe
The moon, the earth, green grass
Spellbound by her self
She forgets all her cares
She loves herself just as she is
Naked as a child
She wonders at the power
That created her
She wonders at her own power
Pulsing at her sight
Not in her reflection
But in her flesh and bones
That is mutely echoed
By that silver door
That is there in front of her
She caresses her self
For one last time, and she sighs
Then stoops to pick up her clothes
Even then she is smiling
Watching in the mirror
Her cleavage and her fruit-like paps
When suddenly, dark falls
Then all she sees is a glimmer
A glimmer and a shimmer
All she sees is her beauty
Veiled, in the mirror again
In the light of the dark
In the shining night
There is no single stutter
Nothing in her falters
When the dark swallows her
She is still whole
She is always whole
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