Be Fuel or Be Ash
When a woman loves,
she does it with a power far beyond her
No damp firewood, fallen trees, or swept up dry twigs will do for her
She begins with everything new
She starts with herself
She invents burning
The lighted matchstick goes down her gut, she sets herself aflame,
her skin spreads over red coals
She tends the fire between her breasts and thigh trunks
like a god of the underworld
If you stamp out these kinds of wildfires, you become ash
trying to extinguish a woman
The submission is a part of International Women’s Day Celebration 2022 by Rhyvers Media Group