Hear her soft lilt before espying her
from the promenade?
Listen carefully for mondegreen.
This morning she will come out
of the water, risen from froth,
made of the same elements
as Adam's Eve,
a pastiche dressed in summer's flurry,
transpicuous & clung-to,
amaryllises strung about
hair & thoughts,
the sinfully twisted scent
of Bergamot Orange
filling the nostrils as they flare.
Shall she succeed in coaxing you back
to a tree that once held such promise?
It's called Temptation for a reason.
