Woman

If I drool like a gentleman,
will you sprinkle me ,    
with some sugar from your bin .      
If I beg like a hungry man,
will  you let me in ?      
Will you spread your honey on my wound.  
 
If I write you a poem  :      
“ You are the fairest of them all .      
Cleopatra .      
Beauty adorned !      
But you ! are the luster,
that  adorns  the beauty,     
God given.      
That Cleopatra ,      
painted and wore “        
       
I look now , for the light .      
Ancient ,      
amplified through the old thick ,      
salt battered glass.    
That has guided many a lost ‘’ships”.  
To the oasis of fullness ,      
for man.    
That God almighty cast !