Published on: 6/29/2010
The Secret to Befriending Men

Singsong softly,
moving slowly,
downturned eyes a comfort;
Only the guileless lure --
a whispering croon
unmasked in purpose --
will call him to you.

And when he shows himself,
don't hold him, but welcome him, loosely --
he'll come at first by starts
to the acorn meat
crumbling golden in your marble palm,
the cutting shell all gone.

Be true and gentlepatient --
for now he's downwind, watching.
You can't smell him,
but he's close.