Magic Carpet

Every Woman Deserves a Poem I want to tell you how beautiful you are in such a true and unforgettable way that you will never doubt it again. It will be as though through the lens of the poem you will suddenly see: yourself, truly the whole of you, naked. It will be as though you are walking alone in the woods when a great blue heron lifts into the air, or a single wild orchid blooms, or the moon shines down on still water, and it is enough. Your heart stops. You are left grateful, simply for being alive. It will be your own beauty this time taking you so suddenly and by surprise, the mysterious beauty of your entire life carefully inscribed in your body. It will be as though the poem becomes your dream lover, caresses your skin with absolute tenderness, lights up with it’s touch every cell in your body, enters you with a gasp of astonished desire, plunges deep into the secret at the center of who you are.