Ah, Woman!

Ah, Woman!
***Melcichon
April 2, 2014

A woman is not a lady.
She might sing you A Prayer
But she can mean it
As your Last Supper.
A woman might sway her hips
As she approaches you,
But she might be a cobra
That is ready to engulf you whole.
Or nibble you like a red ant
Until your bone marrow is gone.
Or she will pout her lips
Ready to be a kiss of death.
A woman is never to be emulated
Though she praises you to Cloud 10--
With nimbus clouds
If not your sunset clouds.

Ah, a woman!
She can never be a lady.

But she can be
Your Ides of March.