Black Widow

They say 

she is a natural beauty

brown hair, eyes.

Skin so ivory.
All she sees are

cracks and pores.

Impurities and flaws

wider than the gap between her speech.
Lies and those laid

beyond her and the secrets she keeps
Laying it down as it haunts her.

Oh she tries to sleep.

Her skin crawling with unknown identities. 

They see the smile

their stepford grins

cherry pies and cream.
And longs to rip it apart

and let sink.
Don’t know what she might scheme

left to her own device

and without a single wink. 

Loaded to go…

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Bullet


Even with bruises 

Worn out bodies 

A mind that won’t stop thinking 

A body that remembers 

Love is love….

When the day grows old

A rapture in time 

Strawberries kisses 

And raspberry bites 

Drown me in them….

Suddenly I’m taken 

Speechless 

Drenched in my own making 

Not wanting more 

Nor less

Just giving up to pleasure 

Unspeakable 

Spent. 

The no is 2.


The no is 2.

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2 glasses

 and I’m down the hall to you.

I can’t leave you even if I wanted to. 
2 hands

on the arc of the door to you.

One step to reality and another to Oz. So are you the wizard?
2 things 

I can’t deny 

That it’s a mess 

And yet it’s reality?
Can we fix ”tis house of cards 

Or crumble 

Do we let it burn?
2 tugs

 and I’m under.

Can’t escape the weight of your love and wonder. 

No more.

I want more. 
I’m leaving reality again for

 2 more hours,

Ours. 

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Half awake half asleep.


You once told me in the turn of a moon or three that you love me.

Mesmerized by the possibility of it 

I wouldn’t sleep for hours, days and weeks.

Yet the sun came and I awoke from this dream.

A lingering wisp of your kiss still on my lips. 

Mocha and cappuccino 


Mocha and cappuccino 

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I got the order wrong 

And he chided.

All I could see was the beauty in his eyes.

How can one not love that face?
I got it mixed up and his smile melted my gaze.

He flicked the tips of my fingers delicately so playfully 

It made this heart race.
Just like ice melting in the sun

My heart melted in this summer haze, 

As our lips touched a single cup shared between 

A dazzled and a dazed. 

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