by
Cathy Webb Atkinson

She's an easy woman
Easy to be around

bewitching
entrancing
musky

an easy instrusion of presence,
With the power of She
the lingering spirit who
stays because she likes it here,
and she stays and she plays
and she weaves herself into the fabric of us

She's an easy woman

enchanting
beguiling
sensuous

A place I'm afraid to go, She
rekindles my passions with her
Knowing, naive, gray eyes and
easy grace

But she's an easy woman

the fears easily disappear
So you wake up, one day, not
remembering and
She's moved in

an
everlasting
easy
part
of
the
whole