Dreaded, Divine

Like every rose has
a thorn,
and every bee delivers
a sting,
so you are too,
punishing and beautiful, all
at once.

With face fair,
and laced with contempt,
your soft hair,
tainted with hatred,
an abundance of bosom,
smeared with anger.

So able to deliver
a crushing blow, yet
so delicate as to
charm any.

Dreaded and dangerous
this woman is
to her foes and adversaries,
divine and dearly
this woman is
to her friends and colleagues.