Not property but treasure…
There is a difference between the dynamics of a romantic relationship between one man and one woman, and how men and women act together to tame the world. Or the way I look at it: there are all the women in the world except one, and the last one, the most glorious of them all, is in my arms.
The one nestling in my arms is mine and she belongs to me. She approaches reality in different roles; when tackling the world, she is Woman, a link in the chain of Women. And when not in my arms, I will be the wind beneath her wings, or her loudest cheerleader, or simply get out of her way. But when at the end of the day, when she snuggles into my arms, when I bury my face in her hair, she is my treasure and mine to cherish and use, mine to compel and deny.