Code Name: Mayhem

She goes by Luna.
Code name: Mayhem

A harsh mistress,
She's changeable,
catlike,
chaotic,
irrepressible,
inconstant,
and ever-changing

She leaves
upheaval and uncertainty
as her calling cards
on your pillow while you sleep.

Tonight she's
a pale dame
in a crisp
white
suit
but Friday
she wore her shadow-self like a dare,
and
hungrily watched the gorgeous woman
in the diaphanous dress
sitting across the room.

Luna had been orbiting
that lush beauty for years;
admiring her ripeness,
her bold curves,
her color and glory.

It was June 15,
and tonight,
she had a date with destiny.

Luna was pretty sure
that it might just be
her lucky night.

Winking boldly at the
curves-and-glory goddess
arrayed in blues and greens,
Mayhem tossed back her drink;
faking confidence she did not feel,
looked down in her lap
and almost lost her nerve.

In the time it had taken to order another,
she found herself looking up
into Gaia's easy gaze,
and before she knew it
she was sitting in her shadow.

Gaia came on strong,
skipping formalities
in the summer heat;
Leaning forward to lick the
saltiness off of Luna's neck
she whispered "you like this?"

They'd both waited for this
for a long time.

That first kiss
was all tongue
and crimson fire
in the arch and tangle
dance of night.

Gaia let Luna think
that she was back leading,
but everyone knew better.

And that mid-summer night,
there they were,
Two powerful feminine forms
locked together in a sensual dance;
their lithe bodies moving in the heavens.

100 minutes
with the world watching
like voyeurs
at a free peep show
and neither of them
even noticed.

(c) Tanya Anguita