An Older Woman

Love this.

the beautiful due

Hers is a used and casual
beauty, the best kind actually for
it never needs to trumpet itself.
It simply is, like the world.
She’s lived by rising and falling,
perfecting symphonies of self-love.
Her speech is worn smooth as the
throats of wild flowers.
She thinks with her body
which means she thinks long,
lithe, limber thoughts.
But she can’t stand missionaries.
Her dreams are as dark as
last night’s wine, which is to
say she sleeps sound and sane,
with untroubled eyes.
She believes in a grounded heaven –
people will still have sex,
and we’ll keep our four seasons.
But she predicts pedicures for free.

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