FRAGRANCE OF FEMININITY (poetry by Ezeh Chioma Vivian)
FRAGRANCE OF FEMININITY
When a girl gives you a flower, she means to say:
Love is a delicate petal, a sweet flowery fragrance wrapped in tenderness.
Beneath my innocent, shy smile, cupped in the gentle cradle of my palm, is a home where the broken can heal without the fear of being broken again.
My hands were not just meant for nurturing. I can also hold something as fragile as a quaking heart, and it won't be shattered. I am more than the momentary desire you seek, not just a thing to forget after a week or two.
Look beyond the affection in my waistline, and you will find a rare kind of femininity, a fine blend of agility and gentility, one that teaches you a thousand ways of submission without restraint.
I'm not just one to be called on a cold night when there's an ice to warm, but also call me when there's a seed to grow and nurture, for I am the embodiment of life itself. Can't you see that I am life incarnate?
And if you ever find yourself searching for how it feels to be loved, look closely at these flowers, a touch of its petals, you will feel its soft caress.
And if you ever find yourself in search of true love, look closely at the mirror, for there you will find one staring back at you.
When a girl gives you a flower, she means to say:
My heart is a fertile garden where love's flowers bloom, and even if they wither, they won't die again, nor fade.