The Black Widow

Give me a taste of it… it’s seasoned, savory and yet mostly sweet.
I have wanted it a long time…
that longing from within …
An echo beyond the loins…
Empty.

Don’t make me take because I will…
My flair for warfare taunted into action
I instead was hopeful for oppression
Alas my kind can only conquer,
We weave webs of deceit and self gratification
There needn’t be smoke and mirrors
Why must you make me?

Be myself, true to my inner core, animal instincts, bare…bare minimums …down to earth that then turns to nothing.
 I weave around you translucent threads of pleasure as you endure.
Longer than you thought you could.
That which they have called monogamous.
 I the widowed queen and you my willing subject of amusement in a hellish moment best spent under covers.
You my dear are fortunate to be alive, heavy panting, these your only breaths.
You are tattered and yet…you remain close.
Not as an enemy but as a host to wild ramblings and imaginations
 Self imprisoned in a well padded snare you well knew was there.
 To be fair I brought us here.
 Without a care I warned I would take what ought to have been mine.
Normality restored as you my subject and I your queen. 
#TSKC

This Thing

Sadness, we don’t always scrutinize its history its root cause. I’m not a shrink so I am not about to provide Latin definitions of depression, sadness and general lowness.

What I do know is there’s this thing that makes me sad…this thing ...sucks the joy out of me...hell I can’t even mention it because well it jeopardises one of my most favourite things in the world. 

When this thing is done with me I feel...worthless, unappreciated and enslaved. I feel a level of fury cannot contain.

A speck of dust a wrongly constructed sentence could send sparks flying. This thing... is Diablo inspired...rooted in evil...covered in the blood of others just as me who are stuck in a thorny place of passion and poverty.

Love and contaminated efforts flushed down with semantics and sanitizer.

This place may be destiny fulfilled...it may be a truck stop of severely stale food in a shitty service station. 

Fuck!

It might even be my penance for passion over the realities of life.

 Everything about it is worn and torn out by pigs who’d sooner eat their own flesh than save another. This thing is life as I know it... my moulded, rat nibbled, super skinny slice of daily bread.

There’s this thing that makes me sad.

#TSKC

Purple

I think about you, more often than I should really!

As my thoughts saunter between the lines that define that shirt you wear so well…

Purple rain I wish we could dance in

Purple lies as we ride into a lavender peppered sunset

A finish fit for royalty

That sly side smile when I thought I knew you’d walk a mile just to please me

But you waited, No, No, not in a good way

I stayed hopeful that you would, that you still might

But trying as it may have been all we did was fight

A battle of faith, your actions versus the unseen intentions of your heart

Even though we stand apart I hear ‘its’ call,

It whispers, “stay with me Stephanie, won’t you stay?”

It groans, “Fill me, I’m empty”

I say drink me to your fill

Get drunk and giggly, joyful and stupid

My love flows closely to eternity its river far from dry will it be

Dregs have been sustained by endless memoirs of moments

Morsels of moments spent so passionate, beyond tender.

My soul’s intent is fodder to your last steps

‘It’ murmurs hungrily “I love you”

#TSKC

Right Above It

I’m low

Like I’ve never been before

Like I’ve been given a low blow to the soul

I’m low

Lower than grass roots level

I’m by the water table

Feet in the water, but my throat is in the vocal desert

Empty

Only cries ‘cause I’m headed towards my demise

Tears of salt mingle with the freshest source

Soul soothers stuck at my feet, I might just retreat

Failure to conform

No, failure to fathom

The concoction of present with my saltier past

It won’t settle, it won’t mix

It’s just as Oil and water

It’s right above it

Black and slick blocking my source

My only source of living

The very air and moisture I later perspire

It right above me, I’m right above it

Even though I’m low.

 #TSKC