Can't You Hear Me Knocking

The rain's going to be a gorgeous sound at night. One can smell the mossy dampness of the forest and feel eclipsed with the moment.

What is a woman to you? A fertile ground in synch with the gravitational pull of the moon and her menses? You see angry stretch marks but I see sleek silver rivers flowing down her thighs. You see cellulite but I see ripples atop silk. You see big breasts but I feel the comforting nourishment a newborn would embrace. What is a woman to you? And now, what is a beautiful woman?

So back to reality, the whole picture differs from an intimate image. I think I'm caught up in too many insecurities about what the difference between beautiful and the woman. Who doesn't want the impossible? I'll never be that woman. I'm a stranger to you.