The Weaker Sex - Poem by Victoria Davis
Guard your heart, my Love
for we have wiles.
We appear gentle lambs
with dewy eyes -
but look away for an instant
and we are spiders, devouring.
I know my sisters, all -
not by name or face but by nature.
We are called 'weaker sex, '
yet each spins shiny silken snares,
deployed in the name Love;
in the name Desire.
We know well how to scale
the walls of the True Heart,
to bind up Wisdom and Judgement;
set loose Desire and Distraction
to fill the mind
and still the tongue of Reason
that would raise alarm.
With Stealth we thwart
the Heart's purest intent
Guard well your heart, my Love,
for we, all of us, have wiles.
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