XIII. The First Feminist

When first I chased and beat you to your kneesAnd wried your arm and marked your temple boneAnd wooed you, Sweet, and won you for my own,Those were not hairless-chested times like these!Wing'd saurians slithered down the charnel seasAnd giant insects glistened, basked, and shone,And snag-toothed ape-men fought with knives of stone --And wise she-spouses mostly aimed to please!But were not you the Primal FeministTen hundred thousand years ago, my Love,When we were first incarnate? I will sayWomen Expressed themselves e'en then, Sweet Dove!I do recall as if 'twere yesterdayThat time your teeth met through my dexter wrist.