Persephone

Perfection in idle glances sliding gracefully off the edge of her face

Reflecting ever so cleverly the instinct and desire without interest

Toying with irresistible limbs and greeting the gathering with victory in mind

She has you seduced

Lean into it slowly

Uncoil limbs from uncomfortable awkwardness

And pray that she isn’t paying attention too closely

The pallor of your countenance means more to her 

When your bruise red artery contrasts against your ultra violet strobe lit skin

So dutifully, again, you’ll bleed for her

There is no shame in this

It is your Raison Detre

Jam

© James Cross