by Wendy Norman

She walked confidently in her denial
Having frequented betrayal’s aisle
Her armour fastened with lesions of regret
Past sorrows unable to forget

Feeling strongest when she sorrowed most
Now emptiness persists as her host
His burning eyes demand acquiescence
Her body and soul he must possess

Beauty mocks with haughty glares of contempt
He’s just an illusion of bliss once dreamt
Feathers of warmth sweep over her soul
Waking dormant desire she thought was at lull

Temptations voiced in honeyed charm
Dissolves resistance and alarm
Her parting lips swell with a devil’s thirst
Feeling chains rattle of the cursed

Fires burn thunderously in his desire
Threaten to combust in her passion’s plea
To devour and make her expire
Conquest is his mission all he can see

Dilated pupils glisten and blind

Welcoming the devoted to her shrine
Luring those to make her swoon
Grants admittance to her vaulted room

Lightning crackles in a trance
Fingertips commence their dance
Snaking  tingles in their wake
Discovering hidden detours he must make

Invading valleys and mountain tops
Breathing quickens then abruptly stops
Eyes wide open, is this too much
Beggars yell in their cell

Steal the key and set us free

Fear of the exquisite rear its ugly head
Memories in daggers heavy like lead
Snap shackles in tight
This is not the night

Photo from Anthony Vaccarello collections

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