Cruel Mistress

She can be beautiful

and fun to play with

Until she gets under your sleeve

and nibbles your wrist with

tiny lipless mouths

When she melts, the allure is over...

her taste grows tepid,

her shape allays,

the endless possibilities fall

into inevitable puddles

She can be beautiful still, though,

even after the playtimes,

even when greyed and gravelly

But only if you're

used to her

Only if you

loved her all along