HUNTRESS

Satin and lace
Blurring your face...
O those golden apples
Causing you to lose your race.

Day and night
Your eyes casting light.
Your pose provoking
In black and white.

Chaste and sensuous,
Wanton and ferocious,
Finding and losing
Yourself in lust.

Yesterday’s glow
Fading into tomorrow...
Your ode to life
Ending in an elegy of sorrow.

Drunken Poet