The evil mistress
The temptress comes with painted lips,
while the jungle of the garden sits.
Beckons one with sultry lies, and lures your will,
the laddered stocking of each line instilled.
To tear the cup that brims so sweet,
perceived abandonment. The growing child left unconceived.
Shun moulding green upon the bread
a hunger that cannot be fed
We capture all, the chronicles of life
and shape it so, and give it stripes.
Through the mundane, dance to the drummer and the pipes,
glean and hone, scrape and file.
Wake at 3 am,
believe it's worth 10/10.
That bitch, will twist and turn like some reptile,
the agitation never rest.
Our muse has laid a sweet conquest