Fatal Liaison

A 'femme fatale' needs others to make her so. Her fatal attraction often recoils on her...

c.1850

This grotto is our carapace -

A place of secret rite,

Of stifled sounds and potent scents,

A single lantern's light.

c.1870

You come to me,

Yet spiteful shadows

Sour your face.

You speak my name,

But phantoms prowl

Our trysting-place.

c.1970

An age ago,

You took proud lovers

By the score.

While empires fell,

You remained their super-whore.

c. 2000

You come to me,

Maternal care upon your face.

I call your name,

And beg God grant us

Healing grace...