Dangerous Women, poem by frances h. kakugawa

We are the dangerous women

Who never say no to sunsets, sunrises,

Evening strolls or double martinis.

We are the women who speak to you

In supermarkets over apples and cabbages.

Making you wish you could follow us home.

We are the women taught by mothers,

To make you feel we could be yours

No matter what your age, color or size.

We are the women who seek

Extraordinary days out of the ordinary

Leaving aches and joy and empty spaces.

We are the women who write poems

And send you copies without permission

Capturing moonbeams in your name.

We are the gatherers of dreams,

Fantasizing scenes

In private places where secrets live.

We are not easy to be with

After sad movies, romantic novels,

And on Sunday afternoons.

We are so damn demanding

You wish we had never met,

Yet you know, we are the poetry of life.

Yes, we are the dangerous women: vulnerable,

Ageless, poetic, passionate, living life with two feet

Slightly off the ground.

We are the women you should avoid

If you don’t believe in Peter Pan, Never Never Land

And the first star of the evening skies.

But pour us wine, as the sun sets low

And we will hand you the key

To our inner souls.