Perhaps Pleasure

perhaps her hips

could not help the way she moved
seeking constant need of purpose

her nature way of swaying on her path
still air
creating breeze far away butterfly wings shifting energy

perhaps her love

could not help the way it burst and wept

unresolved passion in unconstrained moments

her natural will of redefining erotic
in thoughts acting out teatro campesino

playing loud in her soul
the drama of being a woman
defined in black books and dirty man looks
ongoing societal demands historical religious commands

perhaps she never had a chance
up against the odds of ever being a good girl
society placing her on the other side wild

from the start being told how bad she could be

the constant pressure to save her soul
her nature in growing pains
working it out in tattoos
and personal sacrifice

fighting woman revolution against misconceptions

the sinning of flesh expounded by man’s word
her body revealing images
in flowers and hummingbirds
leaving her mark on his/story
to be read in a different manner
how life can be survived
in coyolxauhqui parts depicting anguish
slain by lovers and childhood pain
she learned to live in her heart
perhaps her spirit was never made to be broken
perhaps her words were meant to be spoken
perhaps she could love without having to explain abundance in pleasure
her continual will of rising and thriving
her peace in being a woman
perhaps she could be looked upon just as that.

c/s