Her beauty perfect
As a blinding storm,
Her shameless eyes
An undulating sea
Of ether
Devouring all time,
And common sense
Soon
Lost
To the farthest stars;

The smile on her lips
Sterile as
A surgeon's glove;
Her scalpel
Symbol of a selfless act--
The incision
Sudden and clean;

Like a potent medicine,
She infuses a promise
Into the canker
In the trembling
Boy
Swelling inside
The stolen man;

It happens awfully fast--
Heart reprogrammed,
Dreams sewn shut,
Hope invisibly grafted
To a counterfeit pulse;

If winged desire
Had not embellished
Your vision
You might have seen
It coming--
Euphoric rush,
Pang of withdrawal,
Scars of grief;

Her departure is
Mercifully swift,
Leaving behind
A convalescing heart
With a semi-usable
Beat,
And a faint voice
Craving for more--

You have met her
Before:
Medusa clothed in
Aphrodite's skin.