Blistering Thoughts Mined from the Streets
A New Femininity Takes New York
Or does it?
Standing mindful as the crowd flows and parts around me
Each conscious unit made alive with eye contact
I become playfully silent
Jest is aroused and I pick certain faces that lie to me
In others generations of generous truth glow in their countenance
Holding my ground I avoid no one
Faces constructed with evolutionary certitude
Each being angelic and faultless in their imperfect beauty
The sound of bodies speechlessly rushing towards fear
The echoes of contrived dialogue fill the silence in the air
The pitted sidewalk absorbs and reflects the stirring footfalls
The stark differences in the curves of gender
Now there is a frank plumb line into the dark squares of maleness
But this is only a transitory over-compensation
Just as the moon pulls the tides with its silvery brush stroke
A woman’s angst from ages of underestimation
Enters the room with a seismic and volcanic brilliance
Poised for an inexorable takeover
Women lead calloused and forlorn men back through offices
Torn apart and reshuffled by a new femininity cascading into the workplace
Objects of testosterone-fueled dominance become vestiges
Retooled archetypes hush and limp forward
Strident with accelerated intuition
The language is transformed as new dominion digs its trench
The drab gray suits, oversized and threadbare
Intentionally shrunken and miniaturized suits
Sockless ankles and exposed wrists
All this fades into the fog of the fallen alpha male clutching at nothingness
A novel bespoke figure emerges
Graces the streets with shapely buttery calves
Winking atop the stilettos that carve and gather male attention
The falsetto mixed with hourglass hips and velvet breasts hinders all men
Male voices turn to background static
The white noise that arms a woman’s spirit
This is no longer chance
The volley is positioned on the old boy’s court
In a spot where it cannot be returned
Where does it go from here?
What else does it look like?
Nearby
A man looks out of his third floor window and watches a woman
It is a blistering hot day and she is in the communal garden
Wearing cutoff jean shorts with her buoyant swells peaking under the denim
She pushes a long shovel down with her foot as she plants tomatoes
Her body thrusts as she presses her foot down on the shovel
Arching her back to lift the dirt
Really giving it her all
Hips and thighs contract rhythmically
Sweat glistens on her neck beneath tousled blonde hair
Small diamond hoop earings catch the sunlight with a blinding glare
Bra-less breasts rise and fall as her T-shirt flutters in the soft breeze
The man is transfixed and can hardly move
She does not notice him
This continues with erotic industriousness
Smudges of dirt soil her calves and sweat now drips between her breasts
The shape of her breasts more rounded
Wetness surrounds and amplifies their beauty
The man finds his eyes resting on this sight
Unaware of a moment in time that could be more transcendent
Soon the job is completed
The motions and curves and glistening skin continue on in his mind
A woman who harnesses her femininity transforms a power that no man possesse
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