You speak to the brides <br />through the cold thin air <br />of treason, <br />betraying them by your <br />constant leaving. <br />And each white woman <br />accepts your sport <br />as love, <br />the winnings returned <br />ten times over. <br />The golden cup you drink from <br />whispers 'victory' <br />over virginal evasiveness; <br />the shy advances of <br />a woman child; <br />the desperate moods of <br />a dancer; <br />the forgotten passions of <br />a sister. <br />You betray each one <br />and leave them <br />so complete.<br /><br />mimi brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/constant-leaving/
