Beyond  Your Reach...

Beyond the reach…too high to aspire to…
When did I become such a lofty prospect?
It must have been when I was not looking.
As I gaze into the mirror, the tarnish is evident
I, a simple woman dressed in tattered remnants.

There is nothing I see that commands such respect
but you seem to believe, you seem able to see
much more in me than my natures circumspect.  
What is it you seek, what is it you want of me?

I am a warrior of my own contrived wars,
life has not been kind, it has treated me
like it’s personal plaything, a well-worn whore
trained to follow orders, cater to whims and please.

Ahhh… but maybe, just maybe you can see
what I keep well hidden from the prying eyes
the lascivious and the coveting human sea,
the last treasure I still conserve as mine.

My essence, my womanhood’s jewel
that which separates me from the rest,
a “je ne sais quoi” detaches me from the fools,
women begging for attention as a life quest.

I am oblivious to such idiocies
my needs are much more complex
for such infantile duplicities
so if you see ME step up, flex.

Let us see what there is to be seen
and whether or not we can connect,
or is just a fantasy a lovely pipe dream
destined to be something to just forget.

Gypsy Red