A Man I Never Knew

Poem By K.L Davis

Getting a man to love you is easy
Only be honest about your wants as
Woman. Stand nude before the glass with him
So that he sees himself the stronger one
And believes it so, and you so much more
Softer, younger, lovelier. Admit your
Admiration. Notice the perfection
Of his limbs, his eyes reddening under
The shower, the shy walk across the bathroom floor,
Dropping towels, and the jerky way he
Urinates. All the fond details that make
Him male and your only man. Gift him all,
Gift him what makes you woman, the scent of
Long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,
The warm shock of menstrual blood, and all your
Endless female hungers. Oh yes, getting
A man to love is easy, but living
Without him afterwards may have to be
Faced. A living without life when you move
Around, meeting strangers, with your eyes that
Gave up their search, with ears that hear only
His last voice calling out your name and your
Body which once under his touch had gleamed
Like burnished brass, now drab and destitute.

Comments about A Man I Never Knew

This is quite an amazing poem with a uniqueness that demands the eye not to leave the page! ! Very well written! ! !
A Kamaladas brand poem. Man-woman relation is considered by her to be a formal one involving the body only.
In The Looking Glass, is she seeing her face or the beloved her face? Who is whom? The Looking Glass is a poem of man-woman relationship. Is love only sexual, bodily and physical? She asks it. Can the soul be not loved? Why to be a woman?
Secrets shared in a wonderful style.
It is the true feelings of a woman about the man whom she loved.


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