Woman

We shall call you woman
because woman you are,
cursed comfort and refuge.
We shall call thee shining star
because our blind astonishment is aimed at you
and the heartfelt gaze of a beggar of love.
We will call you the last lost island,
sharing the moans
of males in heat upset by
regret at not having possessed you.
We shall call you a white-haired witch
because you alone are capable of the magic
that calms wrinkles and putrid smells
with filters of human perdition.
We shall call you woman because
you are like that and we still want to love you