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.