Some Women.... Poem by DeAnna Esquilin

Some women…
No matter their physicality
Seem to be born with an intrinsic sweetness
Their voices pour like warm oil
Their fingers as delicate as lilies
They move like angelfish
Their torso, legs and breasts sway like silk gills gliding in water

I am not “that.”

Some women, no matter their countenance
Appear helpless as kittens mewing thru life
Willing men to protect them
They smile like newborns
with lashes of silk, giggles that inspire nirvana
and lips as lush as juicy peaches.

And some women…
Walk like subconscious burlesque dancers
that only men see.
I’m told they can own them too.
Like alchemists. They conjure and control.
As effortlessly as breathing.


I’m not “that” either.

I
(sigh)
Am hulky and terse
Brazen and course with grit
Clumsy as a calf

I
Am Loud.
Obnoxious.
Offending.
Androgynous.
Neuter.

Except with you.

With you, I want to be transformed
With you, I want to beam with translucent sugar.
With you I want high heels & mini skirts
Lingerie and pink silks.

I want to shed my scales
Wear lipstick and thigh highs
I want to be feel
Helpless
Ridiculous
Exposed

I want deep kisses
I want pure submission
I want to be stripped bare
Humbled
Horney
Soft
Writhing


With you, I strive only to be: “That.”