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.
