Show Tho Witchery of Women London Spectator For one woman ltclcs uy like a waterfall with the muslo 6f her bubbling bub-bling laughter and another entrances us like a forest pool with the peace of her shadowy silence As one entangles us like Yama in the noclornooses of her hair while another pierces us like Manobhawa with the archery of her poisoned eyes And one enllamcs us like the sun In the feverlire of sick desire while another soothes us like the moon by the camphor of her dewy kisses And like oxen we are goaded by the biting = sting of one womans evil and like elephants > we are tamed by tile subtle syell of anothers purity and like birds we are decoyed by the luro of the yowcr of one girls arms and like bees we hover and sip around the honey of anothers lips and like snakes we find and coil round the slender stem of one girls waist and like weary travelers we long to sleep lon l-on the living pillow of anothers bosom From a Hindoo Fairy Ttle lie viewed in London Spectator |