BLACK WIDOW

[ Jacksonville, Florida 1952]

I remember you in waves of black silk
floating lazily in a summer breeze
grace in slow motion
swaying ecstasy
across the grass
shalimar lingering in the air
as you passed
wide brimmed widow’s hat
pulled down to your eyes
raven night
hidden dark
diamonds sparkling rainbows
in sunlight
ruby lips smiling at whisperis and lies:
the widow's kiss
icy cold.
the passion of many men
a friend to a lonely boy
of ten

On slippery ground
I fell flat
Into muddy water
Soaked and drained
A cold wind blew
I shivered
Goose pimples
Covered my skin

Waking from slumber
The irony hit me, instead
It was a bush fire flickering
Fiery, flaming high
My clothes, untouched
The heat burnt my flesh
Eating deep into my mind

"your love is a gadget"
you place your ear against
my shirt
the pearl accents
(button down)

Long ago you stole
treasure you said
Sable and wealth
your plan inked
upon the cool creed
of your satin flesh

there was a treasure
map scrolled upon
your body
and you dared me to
find the "X"

"Its invisible" you whispered
taunting me to skills
that only true dead reckoning
could fathom

I awoke to the dust of memories
The stank of sex and cheap body spray
The taste of alcohol and sweat
Sunlight gleaming through separated blinds
The pounding of my heart in my head
The subtle movements that feigned romanticism
Like a record at its end, still spinning and clicking over and over
I heard wind, and leaves rustle about

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AND PITY, PITY

© Cyrus Dali Vesuvala

I don’t need your fucking pity:

Haven't yet lost all my pride-

I don’t need your damned charity:

All I ever asked for was your time.

If my loving you makes you think you're stronger,

And has caused me to drop some, in your sight-

If you think you can keep me hanging on indefinitely longer-

Baby, you just haven't earned that right.

The shadows in the dim lit alley
gave comfort to his mind
Killer stood with his knife at the ready
waiting for just the right kind

Eyes blinked in the gathering darkness
street cats, rats and mice
He was thinking about his stomach
a lean bad guy would be nice

Killer heard footsteps a'padding
a woman by the sound
There were others right behind her
but she didn't turn around

She was intent on looking for
the child she saw today
She knew the girl was hiding
in the darkened alleyway

I thought to write a thing of importance,
share a Zen moment, a euphoric epiphany,
but anger is too close, hating my own
differences ... so I seethe.

between a breathe of reason,
balanced on the edge of time
I am released from your torment
so gathers a guard of honour

straight jacket in hand I wander
back and forth, wondering why forgiveness
once a given is now resolute to change mid game
falling on all and landing on none

the men in black are back on the cusp
of darkness, rolling back the hands I breathe
must I lose a love before reverence overlays my life
now death is the beginning ? life the prologue

If you must find a reason to hate, form it into a huge red ball,
make it glow with the dust of Hades, and heave it from
your guts, vomit your insecurities, and remember all the
insincerities that have been handed you on a silver platter,
bloody with your own precious head...

Blame someone, anyone....you know you can...

Given the choice
I'd actually prefer to do what's right,
but that's not afforded to everyone.

Some must do what they have to do
despite the repercussions,
and the embarrassment of egos.

Then, there are some whom do whatever
strikes their "fancy", at any given moment;
as is the case of my dark-eyed, beauty rare; mystically named, Oria.