Mystery.

[lethalstorm]

The mystery of a woman
is a jar of honey for the
bees and flies,
spilling over sill
the lid lost.

But what is the unknown
that tugs and beckons-
the mystery magnetic?

Untruth and Darkness
is found at the bottom
of all jars mysterious,
beautiful and deep-
and still the fly in me
feeds on all that is me,
feeds on all that is left me.