The Trickiest Mistress

Desire is the trickiest mistress A strange unpredictable beast Tickled by fancy and circumstance Afflicted by famine and feast A delicate matter to master An unruly monster to tame Lightening flash turning wood in to ash Fickle wind flirting with flame The shock of a shot in the darkness Rending the fabric of reason Twist of the moon in the bloodstream to The flow of the earth and the season A flicker of feathers, a furnace A shaft through a crack in the gloom A kingfisher flash, and a cymbal clash Stunning a moth to its doom The lustre of dew on the morning The rushing of rain from the heights Soft light of the haze of a lazy day And the scream of a curse in the night Dark tryst with the forces of fury Sharp wound to the breast of the brave Tears streaming forth from the altar In penitence down to the grave A hypnotist, haunting the astral A soul sold for pennies to Death Dark lies from the lips of a lover Spake on a sorcerer’s breath A trickster, who picks the wrong moment A joker who laughs at his joke The strike of a flint over kindle and lint Drawing flame from a nuance of smoke A trigger, a shiver, a whip crack As swift as a swallow in flight A shimmering dust of desire and lust On a mirror upturned to the light How it craves for its own consummation And seeks its own purpose to feed A bottomless well that can never be full A cup all half empty of mead ‘Tis a mare that the Gods cannot master As the wildness of wind in a tree A force as elusive to harness As the unbridled waves of the sea Desire is the trickiest mistress The riskiest creature to catch For there in her eyes and the cleft of her thighs May morality meet with its match © Gail Foster 2016