Woman's Tale

She is not but the finger of god
alluring maiden streaming soft music
to the ocean waves, sagging wrecks so tenderly
Though her own ears remain shut

And she is not but the graciously tale
of a snake fooled figure
winding ferns, so twistedly untamed
yet stumbles upon milestones

And she is not but a chemical disaster
a radiant promise
to the inert mind
alas, somewhat tainted by her past

And she is nothing but a woman