Fair ladies drift <br />Into the moonlight streets <br />Until defenseless men <br />Howl like werewolves <br />In midnight’s drunken delirium. <br /> <br />Where should I go <br />To protect my vulnerable soul <br />From the captivating charm of the feminine? <br />Even a desert monk <br />Might see a mirage of a wayward girl <br />Walking alone in the sand. <br /> <br />But for every skirt I’ve seen, <br />I’ll crush a glass of wine <br />And bow my head to Venus <br />And every other sovereign divine <br />Who tempts men to love a woman <br />Who will leave him trembling <br />In some dark, alluring maze <br />Impossible to escape.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-skirt-i-ve-seen/
