A gypsy on the shore

A gypsy on the shore
stands firm against the encroaching wind.
Her chest heaves with
     every gust.

It's not that she killed a man
or slaughtered a countryside.
She is burdened by her
     own greed.

A life of trickery and mischief
used to galvanize, but now corrupts.
Embers line her throat, but she spits
     no fire.

Lust secretes from her pores
and love gallops away from her.
The hooves in the sand bring a tear to
     her eye.