I am but woman
frightened prey
lost to the lust
I see before me
my armor but clay
Those lips burn through
strength of will.
Those eyes fair but
further still
my flight.
See the flaming breath
Pound my flail chest
Hear the volcano?
From where do I know?
I must go.
But first I must ask
is it fair?
I am no match
I am but woman
my sex relaxed.
Cold, warmed from
without, controlled,
more oft than not
giving when taken
subdued, shaken
Look, the breast heaves
sound alarm, retreat
run the steed
curse the wretched heat
that lights the night
Oh! No! Can it be?
Damned luminescence!
A looking glass!
and in my grasp
helpless, pale Knight,
heart throbbing
and my startled gasp!
Augustus / Redlands, California / August 1987