A Statue of My Muse

Refugee eyes that whisper in silence
full moon stirrings behind a sinful smile,
an unleashed heart, and collared desires.
Pornographic priestess breathing Derry air,
preying submissive seeking subtle power
with fragile curves seducing grateful hands
and a scarlet mind moving lips of passion.
Six pointed star in a Shakespearean role,
eyes like smoke stealing sensual secrets
with a cool desert look on hot sandy days.
Flesh like silk over Mayan mystique,
a hellcat screaming at wet finger pies,
accepting donations in missionary times.
Laughing at laws that cannot touch her,
drowning in reverie in embers of darkness
with panther eyes that flash at the thunder,
she is nobody's angel inside a thief of fire.