Dinner's behaviour

Beauty is curse to every maiden.
Causes some to leave behind their land
and have them damned
as prize to be taken.

Girls are taught well
men can be bad, can be unkind.
And there one day came to remind
her: stand your ground or stand in hell.

Have a plate at my table,
take your pick and eat it raw.
Quench your hunger to the law,
let us both write a fable.

Don't think I don't know your every desire,
deep underneath growing stark.
You cannot run away from the dark
as much as I from the fire.

But not even fear could kill pride -
the male weapon of attack, a woman's defense.
One dodges and gets tense,
tries to leave, tries to hide.

My dear, don't you find it boring
our diatribes and slaps in the face?
Just accept this game, this place,
all that makes it arousing...

When nothing is ever tender,
the only chance to gain a voice:
make him think you made a choice
out of lust, and surrender.

She tastes power: it is roasted and sweet,
like her flowers under sun and the grass so green.
Oh, my lady, there's a price to be queen -
fret not and take your seat.

17/03/2019