The women come around
from time to time
like cats of the night
on the prowl
with wetted lips and sandpaper tongues
that can take the flesh right off
without using their teeth.
The male who knows this
has a healthy respect for their affection
and he doesn’t trade his male-ness
for their attention
He accepts their love, for what it is
a sign of his virility
they want his advice, his calm voice, his manner of not caring, while getting things done
the cats are all scared, and they like the man who doesn’t move
until he does,
quickly turning around
wanting to be fed, by instinct.
The man has no worries
inside his perfect days
He is passionate, with enormous impulses
Sublimated and Contained
Not emasculated, like most moral men
the cats of the night
they want to curl-up
inside his bed,
feeling, his warm air
leaving his lungs.
The man loves the cats of the night
but he also loves to sleep alone
with outcast status
but when he loves it
and he loves the cats of the night
he is worse than a dog in the moonlight
because, he obeys his nature
and he doesn’t follow written rules.
People in positions of power
the real thing
and it’s more frightening to them
than all the cats of the night
staring at the moon, in the moonlight
with the dog
that howls for home.
Women are terrified of scared men with power
and they should be.
shunned, and alone
to find new cats
of the night