Life is a Woman

you don't think i know, 
do you?
what its like to be a woman.

because my breasts are big enough?
because i don't wear make up or "hot kiss" jeans?

well, i do know that life is a woman.
not life, but 


the kind you feel if you stop to look hard enough.
when you clear away the clutter on your desk
enough to see through the glass at the picture of your sister and you in the ocean when you were five. 
when you make serious study plans for the night
and then walk right out into it
because you realize
it made plans for you.
and it breathes right through you.
like a woman.
and you can't help but do silly things 
like stretch your neck back 
and reach up to touch the moonlight
on the leaves above you
and feel beautiful.