The Power Of The Yin

Sensitive soul I've always been.

The gravity of femininity

has always had a hold on me,

the power of the Yin.

Not for myself, but the seemingly

inate love to be found in women

that I've never felt from men.

 

And I don't mean to tap such

a precious energy for myself,

though I do, hopefully not stealing,

but accepting whats offered.

The strength and compassion that

appears absent from Adam.

 

Whether mother, sister or lover,

in the arms of Eve

is where I truly feel safe.

Waves of oxytocin warmth,

like opium kisses dissolving fear,

a wordless comfort I crave.