KNOW ME

When will I learn what is in a man’s mind?
Their motives are hidden, hard to define.
We women want tenderness wrapped in desire,
Most men only treasure our sexual fire!

I’ve tasted the sweetness of physical love
But never been treasured for what lay above.
A mind that is questing to learn all it can,
And put it to use in this world of man.

I do not wish to become one of you,
To tell the truth, the thought makes me blue.
I’m mysterious, nurturing, wild and free
How could I want to be other than me?

The dance of creation was not meant to be
A struggle for power between us, you see.
Our bodies entwined in our need to be whole…
The pleasure is fleeting when done without Soul.

Take time then to know us in every way;
The depth of our wisdom will bring to your day
A new understanding of what love’s about,
Passions erupt when true woman comes out.
(c) Sandra Anne Beal