Black Widow Time
Guilty in the 1st
degree
Of pillaging emotions with
rapier wit
Her unrequited passion gaping
With silent scream
Wounded by words
Strewn carelessly
Like shattered china ware
Impaled by heirlooms
Of dying love
Memories like orchids crushed
in pages
Frozen images of beauty
Concealed in photo albums
Her smile illuminating my
pain
Hugging my frailty
With undying love
Each molecule of synaptic
pain
Searing soul-searching
silence
With flames of love
flickering
Sorrowfully as butterflies
Trapped in a spiders web
Feasted on by black widow
time
My sensual body
Entangled in sinewy grief
A fitting sacrifice
For sins of the flesh
