Ancient Affair

Ancient lover of kings and queens

Casts her gaze unto the mirror

With her Sumerian stare.

Memories of royal affairs, history’s infidelities

Play across the spotless, glassy surface.

Behind her own illusion.

She slides her long clawed nail across the images.

From the face of the first to Mark Antony.

Reveling in crimes against Eve, Cleopatra.

When times were fun.

How many kingdoms fell?

The cause a stolen glance.

A thousand years of hour glass sand

Cannot erode her power.

A flick of the tongue, an eye batting spell.

The drip, drip, of blood and spit.

Flowing rivers of sweat.

Her pent house hovers over this modern L.A.

Given to her for no more than a wink

Then yawning. Goes off

To bars, and clubs, plucked fresh off the street.

A farmers market (easy fresh meat).

She consumes their shaky fingers, their swollen lips, their cloudy eyes.

And more.

Because no one sees the leathery wings, or horns.

Those predatory teeth.

They see only what they want to see, what drives them crazy,

That thing that’s not quite beauty.

Eros cries, tears from the blindfold,

As she does what she has always done:

Undoing the tangles of mortal love.

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