Where do the women learn
Those arts and tricks
They have about them
To lure and catch most men?
What good teachers
Their mothers must have been?
How
From generation to generation
They speak and between
Them whisper?
Therefore
Lady of dagger-eyes
You need not press
Not press further
Your captive man-fish
Now lies on the shore
Let him breathe
Breathe again
With your sweet warm
Lips and body:
For you
Forgetting safety
Risking all
Out of the waters to
The beach sand near you
The man-fish rose
And came.
At your alluring.
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