The Women Are Scared

The women are scared.

And this fear lives between the heart

and the skin

that refuses to be held

despite its longing.

The women are trying.

But they fear their attempts at flirting

could be used as evidence,

so they diffuse the spark

that first drew him in.

The women are boring.

Because they do not know

how to let go.

Look at how she dances in the club

but freezes up from a man’s touch.

Because it starts small.

And once he sees a way in

He will take all that he can get

without asking.

Because he is deserving.

The women know that there are good men.

And that is what scares them.

Because it is sometimes impossible

to determine the difference

between a lover and a killer.

Both are passionate.

The women want passion.

And they want the safety

that allows them to be free.

To love wholeheartedly

and unlock the mind, soul and body.

But the mind is telling her to run.

And the soul is begging to be protected.

And the body is turning colder and colder

as the women get older and older

without a husband by their side,

despite many of them not having woken

from their dreams of being a wife.

The women are scared.

And they do not want to be scared anymore.

Oh, I think they would rather be in love.