Monday, September 3, 2012

She Who Lives Here

I am petrified...
I'm afraid to let her out
She who lives here
The uninhibited
The woman
The fire
She
Walks with a slow stride
Eyes seeking, feet a wander
Hands just a itching
Lips full, heavy, impatient with
Just the right whisper
Scent of come hither
To claim the next prize
For which she seeks
I am absolutely petrified...
That the ten feet thick walls
And the security protocols
And the cloaking device and the moat
Will soon fail
And will finally let she who lives here
Out