The Temptress

4 Feb 2008 The Temptress sat divinely draped in her jewels of familiarity, Face painted lovingly in the colors of my heart’s deepest desire Showing all that I had longed for from my lover who had left My heart so empty I was lost in the strange emotions that swelled inside Distorting my mind, distorting my judgement. I fought but my weakness won. Enchanted moon stained in deep deceit by the angry sun’s rays Emotions real, raw with the night’s veils lifted high Sunshine upon the cracks of sensual seduction Destruction I was overwhelmed with such strong gilt, how can I hide? the cold realization, the inescapable wrong I fell when my weakness won. Did I torment the temptress from her sacred promises? Destroying the familiar bond, although faded from love’s gentle care? I am the empty heart that can offer no more too weak to deny how am I to live with the wrong I never denied? too wrong to forgive, too wrong to forget I hang my head for my weakness won.