If she were a Cleopatra

                                                                                       

Let her be a whore, a sun burnt and

Over ripe with wrinkles on her face.   

If she were a Cleopatra, with infinite

Variety and charisma to make hungry

She feeds, and throws her glance, hungry       

I would grow and fall at her, head thrust,

The crest lost and other pursuits cast. 

                                                            

Woman is evil; man is a devil.            

03.11.2004