Mistress

 

Mistress

 

Oh bright angel,

Dancing on the head of a pin...

She is weightless, dangling from the silver cord.

She is the glance from across a crowded room;

A coy smile; quicksilver;

Fleet-footed; light as air.

The center of attention, then invisible.

A rush of adrenaline, esoteric.

Then she walks away, not looking back.

Her feet never touching the ground.

 

©6/22/96