"Being A Fly..."

"Being A Fly..."

How did you pick
what you wore to work - 
today? 

Pre-think
each item and JUST how -
it would 'work' (or not)
with the others? 

What determined the chosen -
main color?  did it have to match? 
 hair?
eyes?
jewelry... and which pieces
defined you - as a woman -
today?

Shoes - goes without saying...
but color, style,
height?

Did you KNOW how special you were this morning - to me?  Did you FEEL that specialness leaking in through every pore?  Were your lips dry as you applied the 'touches' they soooooo didn't really need. 

You - purposely moving
back and forth,
back and forth,
- a lioness on the HUNT. 
The prey -
leaping and falling
into range and grasp
and note -
as the decision made -
thrown flying - discarded
- from whim and life itself -
to die a silent death
heaped upon a floor
for scavengers to resolve...

Glancing,
head tilted just so...
hair moving in to mask and surround
and frame... each hair KNOWING
- its place to be...
and that one lil strand
that just KNOWS its where -
 it SHOULD be... and laughs
in your smoldering eyes as the hand
flicks and flicks
and finally falls in defeat...

and the soundless ROAR! as you FLOW
through the door and out to face...
- just me...
inside
- and outside the world is yours
by right and claw and conquest
and Woman's Awe.

Chris

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Author's Note

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Reviews

[Kat Collins]

Love it! Brought a knowing grin, the power a woman can posess. I am woman, hear me roar! Thank you for such a delight in prose. Not often a man espouses the prowling tigeress in such a positive light. We may seem innocent and not know what we do/affect we have....

[Kate AKS]

From every woman's struggle to what to wear to the result it could make on the observer, the man. After your poem, every woman should more accurately choose what to wear to become  
"a lioness on the HUNT. "

[Chris]

Hi Kate. I appreciate your words.

[Einstein Noodle]

as a Martian its difficult to understand such things ... so many ways of the woman cause a man to throw up hands in adoring exasperation to utter "yes dear, of course dear" and how we love them so :)
what a wonderful tribute to women, Chris ... especially like the change from, way to important, trivial to focused conquest of whatever lies outside the door ... nice one!
E.

[Ruth]

You have defined a woman in respectful, inspiring tones, hues that make the stomach whirl and twirl...xx

[Jaweena...Eileen Quinta..]

fantastic write Chris! You are so observant and in tune with things around you!
I love being a woman! The whole ritual of adorning oneself from bath, lotions, clothes, jewelry, shoes, hair etc. is very enjoyable for me. I love the art and expression through clothing and presentation of self. But feel that accessorizing the outer being can really only have it's "effect" if the inner beauty is the main focus.
You are always a joy to read....

[Renée]

It is a treat to read a man's thoughts! Thank you Chris..

[olla]

laughing.. well.. now that I know I will have to take more pre-caution...

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
A vibrant word painting with chosen word brush strokes make this poem explode with truthful confessions. I mused throughout the day this write and decided I was very fortunate to be an Alaskan Bush Rat. I look at my wardrobe and think, will it be the red and black flannel shirt or the black and red flannel shirt. Oh that pair of work jeans I’ve only worn two days, I’ll wear them again. Boots, no will wear waders, as I am going fly-fishing. Comb my mop, no will just put it in braids’ and cover all with the hat that looks like I drug it from Nome to Fairbanks. Yes its nice to be an Alaskan.
I loved your write and am looking forward to more of your reads in the future.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

[Liza]

loved the dedication to mother nature?

[Emily B]

my eyes were half-open when I gathered up clothes this morning . . . the whole ritual from alarm to out the door probably took less than twenty minutes . . . I'm not the fawning, feigning female . . . but I did know