...Women...

Every lass is a grace by thirds
in youth, and bloom, and age,
and celebrated by fine words
like wine mulled on a page.
 
In measurements and ratios
how like to heaven seems
when all their motion overflows
into demented dreams...
 
whereby the male gaze is fit
by beauty to be tied
into a beast with half a wit...
devoted to a bride...
 
a Wonder Woman all his own
to serve and to protect
with love as hard as any bone...
as long as it's erect.