A woman is the marriage of heaven and hell.
She will love and hate you in the same instant,
Praise and criticize you in the same sentence,
Save your life and condemn you to sin in the same moment,
Bestow untold wonders upon you and never allow you to appreciate.
She will sing angelic and pierce your heart with screams in the same voice.
Beauty, luminescent, yet motives malevolent.
She will keep you alive long enough to sustain her
And cast you aside, useless and drained,
At your weakest moment.
Unable to resurface in happiness.
The tenderness of her gloved, supple fist.
The irony of the ulterior motives in her kiss.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God,
Yet the woman as a being is the marriage of heaven and hell.