Why agonize over it?
The assumed quintessential source of man's pain
cannot be balanced by what makes his life fun
cannot be looked at with her cynical eye lash
from shadows of myth or mirth in rebellion.
The rib, the crux, the bone, the point of wars
men know all too well her move behind doors
her worth and the stakes that fools bleed on
if a lady would extend me her great patience
women are not men's rival or defective genius
wrecking happiness by temptation over desire.
To consider her origin, let us ignore a secret
women act competitive provoking unhappiness
their karma distancing them from this shore
where they must return this honorable desire
stepping here is a goddess' right of passage
the alternative is hope's unthinkable death.
The secret of eve is the challenge of love
man's possibilities evolve in proportion
to the heart of synchronicity, with another.
So dear Lady, men are inversely your magic
and your presence gives essence its beauty
that imperfections like Satan get cast out.
Freedom needs you to be free next to me
It's time you come home so I may survive
otherwise these creeps that surround me
will be my deminse on this sea of outrage
Could you be anymore feminine in mercy
when you step here to end love's isolation?
© 2006, RJDuberg
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