Trickster

Oh love, how you lured girls into your lair
With your promise ofΒ roses and ever after
You let them taste thunder and lightning
Melt them with the touch of raindrops
Dazzled them with the fragrance of spring
Besotted and maddened with passion
They chased you to the edge of the earth
Though they captured you in the end
They were mere slaves, you remain the master
And you will cage them until you have enough
Until you have kissed their innocence away


36 thoughts on “Trickster

  1. i will be your metaphor
    if you will be my muse

    for i can feel the surreal
    running the myriad rivers under my skin
    and i have an answer that i can’t understand

    if you will be my muse
    i will be your metaphor

    for i can speak the golden thoughts
    behind the words that humans use
    and poetry becomes our language of choice

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