Beating Around The Bush Poem by RIC BASTASA

women like to go around
sometimes without their knowing
they move away
from the center of their
attraction
that only point in the navel of
love that keeps them going
i own it
and i can always give it
even without their
asking
all that they can do is simply
use a metaphor
which can be easily understood
like a bud unfolding
into a flower
spreading perfume
under my nose
down to that lower part of the delta
of my belly

it does not each there though
a woman needs to say at least hello.