Another Step

In-time,
take a another step,
holding her thorny gift.

This.

Her torchlit-warmth
smolders in your hands,

but do not grasp,

as the graceful curves
of swaying hips,
refuse to concede
to mere mortals’
demands.

Satin slips
against silken skin,
frictionless,

as if a dust cloth
was suddenly whipped
from the regal visage
of a marble goddess,
given to earth again.

Hecate grins,
as the curator spins

in the crossroad.

© CG Tenpenny, 2021.