Woman's Tale

30/10/2009 00:35 | ליאור מבורך

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 not but a treacherous beauty
L'histoire regal imprisoned desire
abounding restrictions
thus the sense blurs, she follows desires
She's a passion creation, myth of a luscious sensation

And she is nothing but a woman