Tuesday, May 27, 2014

a woman is alive

W J Neatby





















a woman is alive
stars don't shrink but sing in sighs
as sirens by the daylight hide
until night comes
when they will shine

never will she wed another
she's not yours, nor any other's
you can borrow her one time
she shoots to kill or else she smothers
she breathes you in and then you die

a woman is alive
she ties you up, but not to bind
she holds you down and you don't mind
she steals your heart if she's inclined
her feelings change upon a dime

never will she wed another
behold the beauty of your lover
you can borrow her one time
she doesn't care what you discover
about fire, ice, and turning tides

a woman is alive
stars don't shrink but sing in sighs
then fade into the morning time
when sirens, they are not unkind
but still they kill, and leave you blind