Reclined on a velvet blacket,
in silver moondust hues...
This immortal coquette serenely smiles
though bald and wild.
The original siren,
the rotund belly of all motherkind.
She is the three faces of Eve...
maiden mother and hag.
Her song cajoles the tides of the sea...
she speaks the tongue of mad.
The 'curse' of womankind...
she orchestrates;
she the frigid virgin,she the wanton whore.
Complex yet benign
feminine to her silver core.
The stars are all burned out lovers,
fallen beneath contempt
and her watchful gaze.
Forever besotted with her...
Transfixed yet never tamed nor caged.
