HETAIRA

Through aeons her beauty has haunted men.
Haunted, seduced and destroyed them.
Reduced them to vessels, empty and dead
Like shells of passed creatures that float in cold seas.

From Lais of Corinth let the centuries roll
Her name does not really matter
She has gone by so many,
Had so many lovers
All gone now but she is forever.

Men rich and Men strong.
Men powerful, Men weak
Numbered like stars in the heaven.
Her names have been ageless but she stays the same
And feeds on their feeble transgressions.

Power she holds over weak foolish men
Power makes their minds hers to manage
Men think they are masters
The Hetaira know better
And turn their lust to her advantage.

From Lais to Aspasia
Diane to Marie
Alice, Kitty and Nell
Their power lives on
And will while weak men
Think they are still in control

For there is one now.
As always there is
The loveliest of them all
She knows I speak of her
I need not say her name
But she knows she has me in thrall.