All Woman

My woman,
you are all woman.

Some men will write about you
and call you a flower.
Some men will write
and call you a ripened fruit.

Some will say you are sunshine,
or a polished star.
And some may even tease,
and say you are twelve winds
against their sail.

But only I know
that you are all woman.
You are all woman
down below.

Copyright © 2006 Aaron S. Cook