Promiscuous Woman

The burden of the power of men lay heavy, As the sword in the stone erect and buried, In our earth, our mother of all, nourisher of many Birth giver of trees in turn bare fruit when ready. In time you will emerge from your carapace, Unveil yourself, Venus guardian of love, keep faith, I see value in the mystery of your eyes, In the depths of your desires beneath lust, trust lies. Lizards wait restless in this world and not the next Men whose hearts are concealed behind their chests Only those who wear their hearts on their sleeves attest To the true value of a woman, that remains intrinsic, ageless.