Woman is conditioned to be a feast

Those rapacious eyes of men,

As they are in and around,

Over my curves and contours,

I detest not and repel not,

Rather would prefer them

And yet choose to ignore,

Set to fear the tongue of scandal.

I am content to be a feast.

Those rapacious eyes of men,

Much in for-aught-I-mind,

Nevertheless have their food.

Man lives on his eyes;

Woman lives from his eyes.

29.10.2002