With these feminine wiles I will
use men to get what I want.
I will laugh when jokes aren’t funny.
Especially when jokes aren’t funny.
I will wear long skirts,
so that imaginations must
be put to work.
But see also the softness of my chest,
a reassuring presence,
so that imaginations must not
work too hard.
Nothing must be too hard
I must not be too hard,
indeed, to him I offer
my softness
as respite.
I am duplicitous.
(I dare not fool myself
With the romantic pretence
Of Walt’s multitudes)
I do not talk
of the one who has my heart,
the only one to whom I wish
to reveal myself, fully.
Instead, when I am pulled close
and I know the time has come,
when I am invited
to fulfil my promise
with these feminine wiles I will not
refuse him.
I will entertain him.
That I have no intention of opening myself to him, fully,
he must not know.
Indeed, to him I offer
my consolation.
A kiss, on the cheek,
serves only to say
oh not right now- it is not the time,
wait for me,
continue to be kind to me,
I will reward you.
Later, when I speak to the one
who has my heart
I tell him of the kiss on the cheek.
Of my reluctance,
of my shame,
that much is true.
But what I do not tell him
is that the kiss was mine.
The kiss belonged to these feminine wiles
and I offered it to him.
To get what I want.
But what that is I have never told anyone,
that for which I use
and will continue to use
these feminine wiles:
Something akin to ease.
Something akin to security.
Something akin to peace.
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