Dark Muse
12-08-2010, 02:34 AM
My Fairy Queen
It was her eyes
so alive as they blossomed
like fire crackers,
but her lips curved
sensually
with all the sweetness
of the waiting Venus
with its eternal patience
to lure the unsuspecting,
lost among her honey
dew until the moment
she strikes, prepared to devour.
Flushed among the
vibrancy of her flora,
the foliage she proudly
wears for her crown, she
evokes Persephone's
evocative innocence
among the aromas of her
fertility, elusive the illusion
of her fragility.
She lives within eternities
where time seems held
in suspension, and tenderly
she unfurls within the purity
of raw sensuality which only
reveals when the world
comes to a stand still.
Her secrets kept
behind the velveteen veil
which intrigues without question,
and her thorns stand upon end
in the silent plea for a
taste of the vitality of life
the cherished holy grail
which brings the flush
to her pigments.
It was her eyes
so alive as they blossomed
like fire crackers,
but her lips curved
sensually
with all the sweetness
of the waiting Venus
with its eternal patience
to lure the unsuspecting,
lost among her honey
dew until the moment
she strikes, prepared to devour.
Flushed among the
vibrancy of her flora,
the foliage she proudly
wears for her crown, she
evokes Persephone's
evocative innocence
among the aromas of her
fertility, elusive the illusion
of her fragility.
She lives within eternities
where time seems held
in suspension, and tenderly
she unfurls within the purity
of raw sensuality which only
reveals when the world
comes to a stand still.
Her secrets kept
behind the velveteen veil
which intrigues without question,
and her thorns stand upon end
in the silent plea for a
taste of the vitality of life
the cherished holy grail
which brings the flush
to her pigments.