Amid the eerie blue-white glow
she stands erect, poised and ready
to loose her awesome power.
Above the constant ebb and flow;
above our motley desperation,
gathers she strength by the hour.
Our pallet, longing for the taste;
anticipation dances in our veins.
A chocolate covered strawberry.
Come near! We hear in our haste.
Tingling frail nerves and follicles
overcome the nonsensical worry.
We acquiesce in the mode common.
Their soothing voiced entrapment --
quiet like the web catches the fly.
And later, of this gift to mammon:
Well, private thoughts should stay
with heartache of the how and why.
June 16, 2013