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.
Why yes, I am! *preen*
laffin 🙂
Yes you certainly are Shay! 😉
Love this alternative as well. But they share the same theme. She is one heap powerful lady.
Quite a challenge ~ I wonder if anyone can tame her . . . 🙂
I think that is highly unlikely Edwin… but then again, who would want to break such a spirit!? 🙂
Nice poem Rob. I like the crystal blue stare!
To freeze you in your tracks Toni…
You can’t tame a wild heart or a wild ride. Love this one Rob!
Who would want to… 🙂
We’ve never met, how did you know?
ESP Regina, or is that ESPN… 😉