Women

For most of my life I have obsessed over you

since I was old enough to know the form of you

before I knew why I had imagined the anatomy of you

I have craved you, loved you, drawn you, tasted you

and I have been broken so many times by you.

Damn, I respect you and worship you and always

feel second place to you. You are my world and without

you I could never be me. All of you. None of you.

Rule my planet, mend its heart. A lighter touch is all.

An absent empathy that could mend a universe.