Medusa

for my love

These idol fascinations now illicit
no idle stirrings (dormant) from within
But scorch with sweet sensation of hot kisses
like branding-irons drawn across my skin.

No idle stirrings dormant from within
Protruding cold-stone spears of aching need
Like branding-irons (drawn across my skin)
A nightmare creature’s taming as the seed.

Protruding cold-stone spears of aching need
move strangely in the light as shadows writhe
A nightmare creature’s taming was the seed
and authoress of such marble-men’s demise.

Yet, strangely in the light as vipers writhe
Such tender hooks draw in where men are broken
The authoress of these marble-men’s demise
Her nightmare kiss ~ enticing and unspoken.

The tender hooks sink deep where men are broken
And scorch with sweet sensation of hot kisses
Her nightmare kiss ~ enticing and unspoken
An idol fascination; now illicit.