They love to give me promises
Especially ones they cannot keep
Hold me tender in their words alone
While furtively they creep
I suspend all expectation
Yet somehow they still seed
A dangling lure of need in me
Let me pluck it like a weed
I am the Wife you never had
The Widow and the Whore
The Magistrate of your inconsolate
Desire for more and more
I cook and clean as if
I've always been
The Housewife or
The Girl Next Door
Or timidly
You beseech of me
To command you do the chores
How many faces of Eve
Do you believe
It will take
Before you can conceive
That these monickers
Viewed through binoculars
Are but a leaf of ash
In the Hearth
How doth a worm
Comprehend the Earth?
And sometimes in your ribaldry
By happenstance catch a glimpse of me
Resplendent. Incandescent.
You never imagined I could be
So sweet and sexy so intelligently
So savage yet so pristine
So immaculate and so degenerate
And everything in between
And you want all that I am
But you cannot spend one cent of yourself
So these promises are fantasies
That we put back on the shelf
If you capture me
Then I fail
Next time
Book an appointment
;P