Thursday, April 17, 2008
THE ART OF WAR
Daughter mine, perfect the art
Of lipstick soldiers on chessboard squares
Of kingdoms won by hourglass curves.
The venom of a lover’s kiss
Brings queens to their knees.
The power of guns versus the power of rouge:
The darts of smiles have triggered shots
One glance of the eyes, a jealous rage.
Daughter mine, know these arts
From trusting mouths
Mother to daughter, me to you
As much a lie as the fable -
Real men don’t cry.