Without a coat
as deep autumn rears its ugly head.
stolen scarf.
what does it mean?

Drunk off of boxed wine
and good food.
Sweet melodies shadowing
my every move;
who cares?

Awakened senses
as an ambitious feline
joins the ready hunt.
sweet taste,
aftertaste
of that herb,
the herb.

smoke dances
intermingling with steam.
Venus sees me
for I am Psyche

I am Artemis
Virginal huntress of the night.
Never to be forgotten.