Disposed

Drawn to the magnetic pull of need
Of the delicious syrup of another's want
She sheds her misgivings
She lays aside her trepidations
Succombs. Becomes.
Deep inside there are voices.
The voice of lust.
The voice of arrogance.
The voice of self deprecation.
All guiding. All lighting the dark.
When doubt rises
Pride thwarts the queary.
When love begins its pull,
Charm convinces it to lie fallow.
Pearls of truth cast, sublime.
She continues.
Intrepid in her 'good deeds' wake.
Wonders at the future
The crystal lies dark
She was promised nothing.
                                  -EJV 2012