Without a word I had to yield
to powers greater than I wield.
Without a word I quit the field.
The lady had enraptured me
I could not fight a Force Majeure.
Without a word she captured me.
What choice had I a simple man
but to surrender gracefully.
The power held by a woman.
Is such that no man can resist
because he’s overtaken by
confusion once he has been kissed.
The predator becomes the prey.
The role reversal is complete,
the woman has the final say.
I know men think they chose their mate.
Although the opposite applies
when they give up their single state.
Ladies are content to allow
the man to think it was his choice.
Ladies do not need to think: They know
how fragile is the male ego
.Encourage him in his belief
it was his choice. Though it’s not so.
She wastes no time on argument.
She knows hers is the victory.
Her plan has worked, she rests content.
5-Oct-08 http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem