She
knows her power
heaving out of her like
red clay forming stars
the power it has on
those who watch
unable to quit her
imperfection as much an aphrodisiac
as those fine lines converging into
her thin bones
drawn tight and ageless
she smiles a drowsy grin
down turned eyes glinting
the thin shake of her hair
sharp curve in high cheeks
noble and unrepentant
she has more confidence than you
with your excuses and your fumblings
could ever possess
if she’d taught you, she’d have said
no, no, no you’re doing it all wrong
if you want that woman to like you
be cold, be indifferent
and occasionally, throw her a scrap
don’t ever show her your full regard or
the depth of your eyes
heft her over your shoulder when the time comes
take her to a dark place and without apology
do what you must, thinking nothing of her
she’ll be crazy for you and that’s how it’s done
you know that’s so, because you’ve seen it
every weak knee’d soul who begs for her
underestimates her lash
only small, seemingly weak
her fierce nature, a molten thing
she has them on their damn knees
it’s not even a look, a word, a sign
it’s the power exuding from her focus
she believes in herself totally and knows
if she slips even a little, they’ll eat her for dinner
feast on her failure like the hungry things they are
I want to be like her one day
I can wear short skirts nearly as well
but as she tutors me in the act I know
it’s a parody, a puppet act compared to her art
I may look the part, even when drunk
act a little like her
but she’s used to the taste of blood
and I don’t know how to eat it raw
sometimes I think of her and why
she’s the kind who defies all the rules
charging that opposites
and only opposites must attract
when she could be my cousin and yet
I want her, despite myself
I want her to want me and that’s the rub
she wants nothing of anyone and never will
hers is an icy indifference
cool queen of thorns and calm
she controls the game, for it is a game
by moving through this life without letting yourself slip
requires poise and balance only artists of the tightrope possess
I am filled with trembling emotions
impossible to blot out or walk in a straight line for
I see my error in my every move
she wasn’t interested, because she saw me coming a mile off
an unsteady shadow cast on her savvy wall
canny enough to smell, the scent of desperation on my breath
I learned from the huntress
and failed my exam
she makes mouths turn dry and water
by just being everything we cannot
remorseless, pitiless, without guile or guilt
somewhere inside of her there is a girl
we want so badly to take as our own
if only for an hour
and without seeming to try
she holds herself apart, unreachable
closes each desire with her little hands
gazing into our disappointment
with a small smile
there is a sadness in her winning
it shows in the day time
when the light hits her eyes and they
despite their great beauty
look ancient