burns above a fiery mouth
that takes you in devouring
bares your soul, then spits you out
fiercely knowing — worldly wise
sleek as steel — tall and strong
swift and cunning — motor running
she might let you in, but not for long
her soul is free — she’ll not be caged
no mortal man will keep her tied
her spirit a gorgeous beast enraged
she’s crushed all those who’ve ever tried
poor fool who craves this iron goddess
is hopelessly addicted
there’s only one word for this life-force
that word, my friend, is — wicked!
rob kistner © 2019
Sunday Muse 56
Hi! I’m Edgrrr, rob’s shih tzu.