Women

their curriculum of beauty is suspense it confuses the pure essence of sense stuns and thrills man to indulge and languish it is a catapult that revokes twitches to distinguish women flowery toss aloft our deed breadth our desire and lament proselylate length we suffer the blight and plaguee of fantasy we are frail monsters late but in ecstasy but in them dwell the occult trouble of peace chide,scold,rebuke and admonish us like louse rein us by fondues and affectionate devotion circuitously tenet and statue men in version eternal motion we dance to the music their incredulity binds us to mimic