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</figcaption></figure><p id="deb4">Blessed be the fruit I bite upon, and forgive me, father, for I have sinned.</p><p id="06e6">I slathered in grease,

The despairs you owed me. I made them shoot, Magnolias.</p><p id="400a">Woman, O Woman, I painted over, Your cracks to build, A monster that, Eats me now.</p><p id="8dc7">I feel the crunch. My bones on ice, And a tongue charred crisp & black, From easter heat, To our spectacular dawn.</p><p id="8f5d">Woman, O Woman, I blister thee, with Pa

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in of my own And the itch of the stars.</p><p id="83f8">Woman, O Woman, I slathered with grease, The despairs you owed me, And made them shoot, Magnolias.</p><p id="0c80">I see through the lens Of your freedom, Into distant worlds, Wild and fantastic.</p><p id="4aa3">I dream of time, I dream of space, I dream of god, And I dream of you, Sometimes, woman.</p><p id="2d99">I seek no gold, For all I have owned, Is all I can lose, So I live to build, Statues of our own, woman.</p></article></body>

The Woman

I need to tell you something about her. I slathered in grease, The despairs you owed me. I made them shoot, Magnolias.

Photo by Laura Chouette on Unsplash

Blessed be the fruit I bite upon, and forgive me, father, for I have sinned.

I slathered in grease, The despairs you owed me. I made them shoot, Magnolias.

Woman, O Woman, I painted over, Your cracks to build, A monster that, Eats me now.

I feel the crunch. My bones on ice, And a tongue charred crisp & black, From easter heat, To our spectacular dawn.

Woman, O Woman, I blister thee, with Pain of my own And the itch of the stars.

Woman, O Woman, I slathered with grease, The despairs you owed me, And made them shoot, Magnolias.

I see through the lens Of your freedom, Into distant worlds, Wild and fantastic.

I dream of time, I dream of space, I dream of god, And I dream of you, Sometimes, woman.

I seek no gold, For all I have owned, Is all I can lose, So I live to build, Statues of our own, woman.

Poem
Poetry
Womanhood
Feminine Energy
Charles Bukowski
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