Diana and Apollo

Fleet-footed as the agile
forest faun, the hungry huntress
stalks her prey, pressing
fragile fallen leaves to
her bare breast, her taut,
lithe movements sparing
the slightest tremor, lest he
elude her. . .
beloved deity.

Panting, her godlike passion
exudes, diffusing into candalabric
light from her lunar aureole.
silver-footed queen, breed of
Demeter and Eve,
sisters of the hunt.
What can save him now?

With ears to hear, hairy hooves
to hie and hee, he quivers
in his fear and pauses, his
pounding pulse the rhythm
of an ancient dance.
She strikes!

And the dethroned god
subdued,  disarmed,
is slave once more to the
lure of the Queen of the hunt, Diana.