The Threat

Unknowingly she carries a threat,

She is who she is,

And your ace is her card,

Saturated and wet.

Disquietude  within,

What does she own?

Out of  her mind,

Out of your zone,

Disillusioned by fear,

Her dress is duress,

And the hair on her head,

Never ever a mess.

A comb on the vanity,

And her vanity,

Her home,

Threatening insanity,

As her sanity will roam.

Feed her, you’ll wither,

Starve her she’ll die,

Suckle her ego,

You’ll find out she’s shy.

Conceal from her your passion,

Your  envy will rage,

Bear your grace to her mirror

Cause the show’s on your stage.

(c) 2013

The picture is called ‘Reflecting Pool’, by Linda Vallejo

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