Her power

She pulled me and

hurt me with her eyes;

She knew her power

and she used it on

all parts of me,

the delicate and the strong.

 

Women are from a

man’s rib, so the bible story goes,

but she took that rib with force and

twisted it inside and

made my heart that sat in its frame

the object of her pride.

 

And her smile, that was her

weapon in this  secret war,

drew me into its bloodless cause

and turned this longing and desire

that I felt into the battlefield of curse.

 

She is gone too soon, too late,

and now I feel not the weapons in

her smile and eyes,

but the longing has not gone away,

and she still waits,

waits with a smile,

waits for another day.

 

30/9/2017

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