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
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016
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