Beauty is such a temptress
Wherever I go
She flirts with me
All light, colour, texture, space
And her call
Such sweet music to my ears
Which song will she use today to bid me be still?
Bubbling stream, song of the bird, buzz of the bee, whispering leaves, a crack in the wall, the stranger’s eyes?
And she has no respect for my time schedule; none at all
I gave myself to her
And she now knows she has the power to make me pause, look, listen, smell, touch –
Whenever she pleases
I can’t seem to help myself
I dance to her tune
Willingly accept my slave status
For what other mistress offers such sweet rewards?
Shellie Parke
