women in love

in honor of valentine's day, my girlfriends and i set the eve of the holiday ablaze. we waited for sunset then hit the beach with firewood, wine, and bad love habits in hand. some of us burned photos, others burned broken promises, and we all burned things we vowed to no longer allow within our realm of love. it wasn't done in anger or bitterness or hurt. it was done as women in love. in love with ourselves, in love with each other, in love with love. and we were all in different stages of love. we were single women, recently broken up women, newly in love women, long term love women. yet, we all had one thing in common. so i took a moment to read by the bonfire light, a poem about our complicated fixation with the oh so complicated sex. and maya's truth was heard.

Men
By Maya Angelou

When I was young, I used to

Watch behind the curtains

As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.

Young men sharp as mustard.

See them. Men are always

Going somewhere.

They knew I was there. Fifteen

Years old and starving for them.

Under my window, they would pause,

Their shoulders high like the

Breasts of a young girl,

Jacket tails slapping over

Those behinds,

Men.



One day they hold you in the

Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you

Were the last raw egg in the world. Then

They tighten up. Just a little. The

First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.

Soft into your defenselessness. A little

More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a

Smile that slides around the fear. When the

Air disappears,

Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,

Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.

It is your juice

That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.

When the earth rights itself again,

And taste tries to return to the tongue,

Your body has slammed shut. Forever.

No keys exist.



Then the window draws full upon

Your mind. There, just beyond

The sway of curtains, men walk.

Knowing something.

Going someplace.

But this time, I will simply

Stand and watch.



Maybe.

--

while not so much a love poem, as a life poem, we couldn't help but be awed by its rawness. so whatever your love situation may be, just be sure there is love in your situation. today and everyday.

all my love...xox