Artemis Lost

She comes in through my window, dripping
ambrosia and moonlight. I’m feigning sleep,
she draws me out with jasmine scented
kisses. She slips from innocence,
denim and satin, to writhe
down my spine as a shiver.
Promises born in salt and fire
roll with the swell of her breast,
die with the plea turned to ash
on my tongue, with the band
returned to her finger.
Nocking an arrow she raises,
releases; how deeply
her false overture pierces,
I never will,
never will
tell.

Ryan Stone

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45 thoughts on “Artemis Lost

  1. Breathlessly seductive. The word decorum is flattering to the imagination and alluring to the senses. You never fail to wrap me around your poetry dear mr. Stone.
    Loved it!!!
    ☺️

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  2. Wow amazing. Artemis arriving through the window such art in her seduction, such lust; yet trickery behind her actions.”her dark overture” hurts “pierces” And perhaps, in the end your speaker is ashamed, or perhaps, so angry he was tricked, he will never speak of it. Beautiful Ryan.

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