Wolves in Sheep's Clothing

Lounging by the pool
and reveling in the sun.
Beer sipped daintily
to the point of self destruction.
Bloated barbies dancing on tables
until Prince Charming steps out of the fables
and takes his pick.

Wolves in sheep's clothing
move in among the flock.
Searching for a flicker of lust
in portrait of lost innocence.
Black-beetle eyes scour souls,
red tongues on stained teeth
leave sour solicitations floating on the breeze.

Dogs bark on deaf ears and blind eyes.
Blue skies are smothered by night,
when pillows are fluffed
and clothes lie crumpled on the floor.
When the darkness fades the wolves are gone,
and the pool is frozen over.
The beer is gone, the snow has fallen,
the dogs now lie asleep.

And Barbie gets her summer wish
and Charming gets his favorite dish
And winter tries to clean the mess.
And summer dies...every time.