Inspired by a photo by Hans Jørgen Rasmussen


She's dangerous, pretending nothing's happening,
Flirting with the camera and the man behind it.
She bares herself, close up, on a background of mystery
And will tell you nothing. You guess
The unreal, unsafe darkness of her depths.
She lures you with her Circean song
Holds you captive, suspended on her serpent gaze,
And fascinated, you hesitate, you falter ...
As defeated, eyes closed, you take a willing
Step on the slippery edge of temptation.

© C.W. 1998


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