Black Widow
Black Widow
"Breathe dear Francis.
Exhale your frost.
Your touch is mist.
Icy and long."
I remember the days.
Smells of coffee beans.
Little cups.
Saucers to match.
Roses hang.
Upside down.
Eternally dark.
Brittle thorns.
I remember,
Your hands in my hair.
Your breath;
Tickling my neck.
You purchased.
Evening gowns.
To dazzle.
To entrance.
I believed.
Your sweet words.
I believed.
Your dazzling romance.
I recognized.
Your betrayal.
I saw.
Deceitful stares.
The whispers.
Came alive inside.
Telling truth.
Of your intent.
So eat!
French dessert.
My hands
Have prepared.
Then patiently,
I will wait.
Until sleep
Becomes present.
Rest now.
Inside this,
Cold box.
A frosty hold!
Kenneth Kerry.
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