Second Rate Cupid

Huntress, witch woman

child of the green and sky

how quickly

those lithe feet scramble light over loam

and leaf as I draw back

the string and notch my arrow

just to have you dodge away just before the hit

again and again,

draw and let loose

to your blur to your dexderous lilt 

mocking laughter from the deep wood?

flash of white broad hip

or thigh

in the clinical glare of moonlight

I swear to Zeus

to Pan and all his w****s

to Hera the mother of us all

Jesus f*****g Christ

I would never want to kill you

I'm only trying

to pin you down.