Mercurial.
Ever changing.
Enigma.
How can I describe you,
capture you,
encapsulate the fire?
You are an uncatchable
will o the wisp
leading me to my doom,
a succubus sucking my soul
with every bat of your eyes
or smile that entrances me.
You incite desires
of carnal pleasure,
of smiles over coffee,
of laughter echoing
through the chambers
of my heart.
My Muse,
My pain,
My need.
You are smoke and mirrors,
lies and bitter truth
and changing as the wind.
Uncontrollable.
Unknowable.
Unlovable.
And yet loved beyond all.
Beyond comprehension,
the eternal question
and conundrum.
Fickle be a woman.