Women

Published: December 10, 2022

Women have eyes on their backs.

They know what they look like,

To you, to dogs, to butterflies.

It’s funny really,

To grow up in the world of mirrors,

Each different yet similar,

In size, rapport, and reflection.

Women have access to your disapproving thoughts,

What colours they wear,

What talks they should talk.

And yet they don’t see,

Which is partly crazy,

The obvious stain on that white dress,

Overcompensation for others’ nightmares.

Mental arrest at a beautiful scene,

Losing control on the bedsheet, what a shame, indeed.

The inadvertent salacious smiles

Wrong footing in the front seat lines    

The patch of hair on the right hand

Campy remarks, a show off, a scam!

What confused mirrors,

Useless really

Guiding lights or infra beams

Women, oh, women, truly!

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