Uninhabited Woman

Empty.
Running on empty.
The lights are on
and she’s orbiting Epsilon
but nobody’s home
her cell circuits roam
she’s on the take
on the make, all lies
taking you in
with her distant eyes
Empty.

Running on empty.
She’s a goddess
She’s a star
Whatever you say she is
right you are
a muse, a nymph, a mystery
she’s running from her history
her body paradoxical
show stopping sexy
amazing, metaphorical maybe
for you
but for her
it is a distant hunting ground
seen from a ridge
through too much time
to make it out or bridge
from body to heart
head to toe
uninhabited woman
no way to know
how to live in her skin
or be warmed by the sun
or be loved in safety
or to have run and won...
Not yet.