I am watched, I think
by love.
Accursed gorgon, she is
out to enwrap me with her virulent tendrils.
Spider mother, witless in her dominion,
she hauls my heart through an unknown wilderness.
All the while wearing a red smile,
cherry lips and a forked red tongue—
angels shed their gold before her.

Pale medusa on the podium
paralyses me with her perfection, wreathed
with a halo of hissing thoughts.
I cannot break away my gaze,
betrayed as I am by my own desire to be
blessed into arrest by a cold marble cast,
to be transfixed; unflinching,
unblinking at last.

Concerns fold like cards
before the queen of hearts
and her pack of furies; such prescient pageantry.
Madam clairvoyant,
cut the cancerous thread free.
O love, deathly calm,
lift your eyes to me.
Veil me with white smoothness,
teach me immortality.
I never again want to be alone, so
encase my lover and I in your lovely stone.