A glimmering prize for the desolate,
Jewelled with stars that pave heaven at her feet,
With breasts full with the promise of release,
And tender, sensual fingers that suffocate.
Wrapped with precious furs in dusk’s red light,
Youthful fires burnish her pale opal eyes,
Rings on her fingers, pearls around her thighs,
She beckons you like a perfumed flame in eternal night.
She reclines on her resplendent bed,
Scattered with flowers upon her gilded stage.
An oiled, scented vision of blistering love and rage
Lit by golden pools of light above her head.
Like Olympia with an orchid behind her ear,
Like a timeless bruise that never heals, again
This glittering whore of desperate men
Draws you like a jaundiced candle nearer.