My Body

My Body.
I let you into my body
How could I have done such a thing
I let you make a home in my heart
Nay, I built you a home in my heart
Only the best for the man who builds nests

Each night I gathered bricks
Cemented them straight from my veins
While you toiled away
Paving your own path

Each morning I danced
Singing songs of your glory
Preparing my soft bed
For the weight of your body

I let you in and out of my body
Carved your name on the gate
A magnanimous gesture
For a weekly tenant

I built in you
A home for me
A virtual one
Will do just as fine, please

Day and night I would curl
Into a hologram of my beloved
Waiting for my weekly tenant
To stay longer than a night

I named a grave for you
Next to mine
Where I resided
Waiting for you
While before my eyes
Danced stars shining your hue

I let you into my body
Why did I do that?
Why did I permit
A violation of my property

I just wanted to make you happy
Men like to be happy
Men own my body
Or so I was taught

Anger over society
Anger over patriarchy
All for the man
The man who builds nests.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest, direct and powerful words and thoughts.
"Anger over society
Anger over patriarchy
All for the man
The man who builds nests."
I loved the complete poem. The above lines. I did like. I could write a epic poem from. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Paul Bell]

Like this, you give, you expect.
But the expectation isn't returned.
Why is the expectation not returned.
Those lies you were told, eternity still waits.

[Chris]

"...and the women who share them."