chameleon
the lure of the lady
is her smile
and she uses it
as if fishing
a league of us
caught on a siren song
and pulled in with the tide
her chameleon coat
gleams like diamonds
or waves
or stars in the night sky
her story, the blackness
between
vast velvet void
most are too distracted
to see
shallow as the ebbing tide
yet enticing
enough to dive
headlong
into disaster
