wicked beauty's harsh flower

wicked beauty's harsh flower

a wicked beauties harsh flower
she moves across the space between us
resting her hand on the wood floor
with such soft touch
like the most gentle suffocation
with her thick darkly scented hair
cascading over her shoulder
like red wine
intoxicating the minds eye
with this deadly flowers charms

she dose not look at me
but the force of her presence
leaves me mute
with its terrible strengths like an
unspoken pact with a world full of malice
like all the terrible fates
any weak fool could suffer about to strike
with her touches kiss

her power is only matched by
her beauty
a masterpiece of motion
a divinity of subtle line
her eyes pierce like fire
and when she utters the phrase
'you may speak'
i scour my enchanted mind
for something which wont sound like folly to her
for something she would smile for
i mutter some babbles phrase
and submit to my fate
this woman is a blade
i am the worlds bread
and its harvest time

co-authored..by mark john junor and Lorelei DB Wood