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 devil.
03.11.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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