My Consort of Vice
She loves me and hates me,
And spins a web so divine.
And those lips, so intoxicating
Like Dionysus's finest wine.
Her eyes are mesmerizing,
like Medusa’s chilly stare.
When I capture her glance,
I am enthralled, I don’t have a prayer.
Oh how I struggle to break free from her spell.
But like an addict that needs a hit, I’d rather stay in hell.
Once the chains drop free, then I will bid you adieu.
Then I can recover from the fixation of knowing you.
Until then I will be your lover who comes at your beck and call.
I am so easy that you can play with me like your favorite doll.
Such is my life as the nymphs plaything.
© 2018 Augustine A Zavala