TEMPTER OF MY VIRTUE

Indolent man, reclining upon the sofa,

Head back, legs splayed, hands beckoning me near.

Insolent male, who eyes me hungrily,

Pelvis thrust, lips pursed, tongue tempting my own.

Insufferable man, who unwittingly turns me on,

Hands here, teeth there; enticing my flow.

Intolerable male, knowing me better than I know myself.

Teases me; Tempts me; Tantalizes.

While...

I-the seduced-bow to your seductive ways.

I-the tempted-yield to your provocative taunts.

I-the pleasured-rapture in your guiding hands.

Yet-I do so- only because it is also what I want.

THAT MAN WOMAN THING

From out of darkness light emerged.

From within the brightness a shadow arose.

And from this beginning was born the conflict of woman and man.

Some argued that light had sliced through the dark veil.

Ripping open its oneness, it completeness.

Others said the darkness was swallowing the light.

Intent upon its own needs; smothering its glow.

So began the war between the sexes; called male and female.

And the fight which reigned form generation to generation.

From boy child to young daughter.

Through periods of peace when, harmony short-lived was breached.

Caution caste to the winds and quick, hurried comings together.

Which were more like battles fought on the battle field.

Than the time honored tradition of a cease fire.

Creating new beings, with new lives, but like destinies.

Like passions, like pretenses, like perversions, like prejudices.

So, how then, does humanity survive?

While light and darkness continues its fight for supremacy?

It doesn't. It only co-exists.