Succubus
How troublesome
to see the devil behind
smiling eyes
to see a shell of beauty
hiding hatred,
crouching like a cat
behind the guise of Venus.
Wonder
wanders
down paths primal
to the distant majesty of the morning star
and lucid dreams.
How vile to be lured by bashful, eternal, silence
within a blossom of such petulant power.
Jupiter may rise, be as bright as she,
may dull the glamour
but, malcontent lurks, languid…
beneath a skin of porcelain
with periwinkle orbs.
Beware her pretense
for she is unashamed … having been wronged
she is a sink whole
seeking recompense.
Date: 6/16/12
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