Not Every Man's Keep

Rarely does light fall,
In the darkest corners of our heart,
Uninvited,
The light can be seen only through the eyes of hurt,
Now, hurt is not every man’s keep,
She sings, dances and seduces only the weak,
Weak in love,
Till they grow strong in spirit,
And know hurt as she lies naked,
On an unmade bed,
Many a nights of agony,
When you hold her still,
Feel her flesh, caress her mane,
Watch her writhe about in pain,
To the helpless then an epiphany comes,
Hurt is not separate from man,
Her heart inadvertently beats for him,
And why shouldn’t it throb,
Hurt is the feminine in every man,
Who has unwittingly fallen in love,
Like an open field,
The soul will soar,
If only a man would allow,
Hurt to walk out that door.