The Fugitive

The search prolongs,
What was once a hunt,
Now a charade,
Has faltering hope.

The land in scoured;
The vast, antediluvian expanse
Rummaged for the wanted-
The flitting runaway. 

She is gone,
Sardonic and elusive,
Leaving a trail of cryptic
Clues; masked in mirthless laughter.

The shadow lingers, the echo.
Expectant curves, once taut,
Supple and ample;
Rest flaccid- lifeless. Dead.

Adroit and beguiling, even footsteps
Not daring to give her away, she glides coyly.
Serpent-like and taunting; leaving us
Lusting for her presence- Smile.