Desert Dweller

She sits like a man,
feet firmly planted on the floor,
yellow cotton dress draped
like a hammock between widespread knees.

Head thrown back,
auburn tresses strewn over soft white shoulders,
framing ivory bosom
and canyon of cleavage.

She speaks like a man,
leaning in,
to personal space,
gesturing broadly.

Turning up the volume to emphasize,
attacking, defending,
and conceding,
with tactical precision.

Man’s equal
on every plane
she is all woman.

© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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