Matador
I play a matador’s game with life,
Face it squarely,
Deceive its sharp horns,
Wave embroidered glitter in its face,
I flaunt who I am and proudly,
In the noonday sun,
I dance for no audience,
Save my own soul,
I lust not for blood,
Merely for life,
I stand here alone,
With the cape in my hand,
I flee not from battle,
I laugh when I can.
Ha! Toro!
See me here,
See me now!
See me, Life!
I am a WOMAN!
I am no man’s wife.
Danielle Steele
- Love Poems