i lay down for no man
and days when i reach down in grass
and feel the dew curling around my fingers
and connect to the coolness and life in the ground
you, in your clumsy shoes, come to trample it all into mud

you, so careless and brash,
destroying the last delicacies of womanhood
flailing into the arms of some man to confirm you
but my soul is ripe
and my body is alive
and i lay down for no man