Just because she has boundaries,
just because she's chosen to walk solo,
just because she won't lay with you,
doesn't mean she despises men.
Does her candor,
her fierceness,
her unwillingness to settle,
pierce your ego?
If flirtatious ramblings,
a thick wallet,
and a sizable package are all you offer,
you don't get it.
The point, nor her.
Have you explored the depths of your soul
and touched your own sorrow?
Or do these words make you shake your head
and mumble over such absurdity?
She knows,
seeing with keen perception,
sensing what lingers hidden in the shadows,
for she has traveled arduous roads,
thriving on her own terms.
She knows what she wants,
and it'll take more.
Much more.
More truth and authenticity,
compassion and vulnerability;
more humbleness and integrity,
courage and sensitivity.
It'll take an intoxicating fire.
When that man stands before her,
the one who ignites her flame,
adept in supporting her free-spirit
because he has mastered his own,
she will know.
Only then will she open.
L Reed ©2016