Civil Play

22 Jun 2000

Still waiting, am I
for a man that remembers
power and virility.
One not threatened by my strength
but emboldened, challenged
ready for battle
upon errant dragons
and the insipid frauds 
who waltz in men’s clothes.
Shall I grow old and gray
waiting upon a man
to throw off the guise of civility
yearn for strength 
and take charge
without finding brutality
	the guise of cowards and the truly powerless.
I am so tired.
I don’t want to play this game
don the costumes of the day
and mouth mendacity and coyness
to capture the heart of men;
troth repaid 
in fear and absence.
The weary heart
yearns for strength 
yet knows 
it a rare commodity
in today’s civil play.



© 2000, Tara Tambolleo