Sometimes I wonder how it would be
to be the most lovely, attracting all kinds
when none could resist my outer spendour

staged to invite the whole of world
with mask and gown designed to entice
what is the worse that could come of this lure?

so many eyes would follow the fabric
seeking what lays below the surface
probing the folds and curves of my figure

then I’d have to deflect the advances
ten thousand hands looking for traction
unwanted thrusts from the sad masses

perhaps this is not what I demanded
when they don’t see the person fully present
beneath the beauty I once sought to covet

a cast of thousands is too much effort
when one or a dozen would be considered
to be quite enough lured by an idol

in the end I’ll pass on the seduction
temptation considered in the beginning
siren to all that would come a running

I’ll still be lovely, belle of the ball
no longer distracted by whole of the world
with enough beauty to get the job done.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171125.