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KONX OM PAX
It seems to tempt a man to swim.
I have as sharp and straight and slim
A blade whose glamour makes one reel
And dazzles death upon the steel.
Oh! the stiletto!
supple joy—
As if some soft Italian boy
With all his slender strength alive
Laughed in a deep Narcissus
dive.
I used to poise its light aloft
Above Carlotta
sleepy-soft.
The dusky gold enamoured
eyes
And bloom of down would harmonize.
She used to scold it in pretence
Of envy of its excellence.
We laughed—but
not at the same joke.
All girls are blind with their own smoke.
A man may come, his lazy day,
Cuddle and coo an hour away,
Yet in his heart is bound to feel:
“ N o woman '5 worth an inch of steel.”
Woman has always played the sphinx.
An open secretl
How the minx
Covers her single aim, poor saint!
With many a foxy futile feint.
The same thing civilized
or wild:
“I want a man:
I want a child.”
Man has a real secret—kept
Close as a Rosy Cross adept!
The safer that the sapient sheep
Have never guessed he’d one to keep.