A woman dons the role of temptress
With her contours visible to a Big Boy
Brute.
Man is drawn to her and seeds are planted.
He must not deceive nor leave her.
So she dons the role of mother
With her breasts locking his head.
Man clings to her as a Little Boy Lost.
Hardly does a man abandon his family.
06.10.2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem