Rootsie

A man chooses one from the flock
and  then she’s his
because that’s how a man is.

She will be bashful and leap
from his clasp
and say ‘no’ many times
but she can’t resist his
tender certainty,
the way he pursues her
hill and valley and stream,
for long.
It is to her as if there is a thing
he  knows and holds for both-

It smells of man and woman
musk and jasmine, it’s the smell
that stops her first.
If a man is a man a woman can
rise and shine for him.
She will nuzzle his neck
and lick his face.