holly

you've known
your share of holly
golightlys in your day.
fallen madly
for them.
weakened
by the spell that they
would weave.
all eyes and hips,
lips
and sass.
it was like
playing with mercury,
never quite
getting a hold of them.
shiny and silvery
in the moonlight,
hardly ever
seeing them
in the light of day,
gone
off to someone else
before
daybreak.