Lady Temptress

She lay spread before me atop her hillside bed beneath a glistening blanket of pure white. Her virulent attack upon my mind beckoned “come hither and lie with me this night.”

Peering stares from all around were Iris eyes of chambermaids, dressed in lovely satin gowns of lilac, mauve and yellow. Beside the woodland's babbling brook insects waltzed on saffron threads to alluring tones of nature’s strumming cello.

As if a vine of ivy, toxic illusion began its curling climb, creeping over landscapes designed within my mind. I, with watchful eye, beheld sweet petal’s slow demise as her beauty paled at the touch of death’s cold bite. Her elemental grandeur gone, beneath the earth her lusty bulb enshrined.

Silently, she bowed her head, a gentle spasm... now she’s dead. As a lover after release she awaits rebirth, when once again her beauty shall throng this fruitful earth.

Alas, lost love vindicated... a phantasm incubated, giving life and substance to Lady Temptress—a lustrous crocus lady, indeed.

A kismet long abated

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