Woman

Maybe it's not about you
or your broken heart.
Maybe it's about finding
someone else in the dark.
Flecks of gold in a strangers eyes
that leave a mark of grace
all over your face and hands.
A smile that spans for several miles
and lasts for eighteen hours.
Maybe it's supposed to burn
before it's gets better.
Maybe it's hands that know just where to touch
to create shivers and make you feel so much
like a woman.