Thursday, August 19, 2010

Spinning Her Trap

She needs no lure
Only coy invitation. Yet,
Spins her trap of
Enhanced appeal, perfection
As one focused beyond.

It must be more than brute hornet
She desires, appreciates.

Pause, linger, fly in; she plays
Invisible bindings to catch
His headlong drive;
Here, sticky candy, enjoy the trip.
The destination remains hers.

Weak, she overwhelms prey
With guile and trap.