lost

 
witnessing your beauty I am captivated
powerful presence without need of another
you toy with a fascination
leading her to you as prey

you don't really desire her
she is beautiful on the outside
but is there a soul there
or is there more emptiness to be regarded

you send a message and wait patiently for a reply
hot ash on your tongue is her answer
noting there too bad
you always hope
without notice, you say nothing further
why bother with nothingness

on the periphery is a ballerina
dancing in the desert
the depths of her can't be measured
the dark rolls off her form
forlorn in her presentation
she is winding her way through on the winds

picking up speed she is devastation
curiosity has brought me closer
refusing to get caught in her vortex
I extend my card

flawed by design I long to know her hidden monster
she hands me wilted roses
and refuses to see me

it is her lot in life to stay chaste of vision
to release my monster hers would come forth
and her void would drink and never be filled
leaving me void of soul to wander the desert empty