Spyder's Poetry Empire - Forum

The love poems of men are filled with passion:
agonized declarations of eternal devotion,
every line written without her written in pain.
Language is made only to praise her:
her hair, her skin, her breasts.

The love poems of women are more questioning,
more cautious, slowly written and slowly meant,
rarely making reference to eternity or to hair--
or else they are laced with allusions to
the probable impermanence of the lover in question.

Perhaps this is because
even the most passionate love leaves
sheets to be washed,
floors to be swept.

Sdoic