Momento Mori
“Chin
down
slightly,
head towards finger, keep going, keep going, there – stop.
Eyes to me.”
Sequestered devotion to bemused muse.
She stares back digressive, dictated expression.
Seeing now not the man, but the Brady stand.
© Katypoetess 2015
Nigel Astell
Mon 11th May 2015 16:57
Leather bound poetic spell
You cast yet again
Slave to his mistress
Craves for much more.