Too Much of a Goddess (20 March 2014)

I arrived
caressed in fur and silk,
everything you say you want
on a fine silver platter.

Too much of a goddess,
every dream of yours manifest
that you couldn’t reach out for
when the time finally came.

Yet still you cry out,
worship at the altar of my kind
and beg for my approval
while eyeing easier prey.

Too much of a goddess,
I don’t deign to need a slave
with conflicting loyalties
and a craven feathery gait.