She wondered how he
could reject so haughtily
the love she professed
to be so very true, pure
he knew well enough it
was tarnished by desire
an evil urge to possess
that which was not hers
so futile, these feminine
charms, its wily tentacles
cannot hold in their lusty
adulterous grip, his gaze
was there a streak of latent
narcissism in him she hard
pondered, never a moment
doubting allure of a body
that spelt doom for many
a masculine pride, hadn't
brave Ceaser bowed low,
Mark Antony and others?
but past her prime even
a Cleopatra cannot hold,
proud passions of young
Octavian's Roman mind!
So she set a smitten Mark
Antony, to rebel against his
country men; he fell, and she
clasped an asp to her breasts!
13/07/10 R Jayachandran
Monday, September 5, 2011
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