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,
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.
frances h. kakugawa menu