My Meek Maiden

Mischief shaped like a slender solitary mademoiselle Tantalizing my carnal calibration towards indecency Cloaked as the city of truth Anointing me to serve as her gatekeeper In her namesake, I devote every weary second of consciousness Entranced by this myopic hypnosis Although my outward gaze is sealed My inward facing eyelids creep apart After decades of dolorous dormancy The maiden of my musings A mirage hiding behind a mask of malice Mindfully manipulating me with Machiavellian mastery Mistakenly meeting my gaze My meek maiden of misery Now mercilessly mauled and marauded By this misty marine-hued miracle Known as my third eye