she's the book of revelations,
the hydra of desire
a wanton mythological
goddess made from fire
she's the anti anti
contradiction paradox
she's the cosmic principle
outside pandoras box

she's the fashion without frontier
the face that launched a million space ships
she's more hallucagenic than
the strongest acid trips
you can grasp her or take her
as many conquers have
only to find themselves
well and truly trapped

she's the act of submission
her fingers each a whip
breaking the back of love
a venusian time slip
you can stick her with a pin
as every man has tried
but she's more of a wasp
than a butterfly

she has the voodoo eyeball
original monkey feet
she's the demon temptress kali
a flaming sun of heat
you can trap her in your cage
as many lovers do
only to wake up in a jail
they never meant to