Woman

This poem is dedicated to womankind, who will forever be the blessing and the burden of the men who dare love them...enjoy..



Woman



in her eye lies Mystery,
and Mystery lies through her eyes while
borrowing her toungue to spread the Gospel of False Security;
effortlessly erecting edifices encirled in enigmas

loving but not laughing
laughing but not loving

berated by Time and Experience she retaliates with absolutes
i will never and i will always fall carelessly from her lips
shackling her hands and feet emprisoning her in Love;
serving a self-appointed sentence of solitude

alone and surrounded
surrounded and alone






her keepers are Temptation and Satisfaction
who trade shifts at dawn and eve
Temptation the day,Satisfaction the night;
taking turns tantalizing turpitude

having one without the other
having the other without the one

those who cannot see through the haze of Mystique
subsribe to Mystery's Gospel and call her Mysterious
she is not Mystery only sheilded by Her;
diligently diverting Desire and Danger

your love for her will make her fear you
your fear for her will make her love you

beware for she is a looking glass reflecting Love with Fear
"Well if she is only love and fear then why should I look", you say
because you must as a requirement of Life;
Life lacking Love leaves lassitude

living but not breathing
breathing but not living




all of Life is contained in Love and Fear
and to see her is to Live
as they are both contained innately in her;
instinctly invaluable to insure interrelationship

life ends eventually in death
death is only the beggining


Look.Love.Fear.Live.Repeat.

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