BLACK WIDOW
C. Brendan Clark
A dirty hotel,
in a filthy city,
prompts us to engage in acts even less lovely.
The years stretch across empty promises,
till they forget their way back to where we began.
The hourglass unwinds as memories sway in a sober tide
of everything I always longed to love escaping from.
But how you captivate me
in your self seducing vibrancy.
While all the drab feelings that you shape,
remind me of the webs I could never escape.
And I am trying to run but I am lost in dark eyes,
burning with the shrill obscenity of frozen romance.
Tangling myself in the memory of raven strands,
woven into locks of enchanting disillusion.
Climaxing in a spell of skin so satin and pure
I disappear in the intoxication of disguising a dream.
Imprisoned by emotions I can’t let go,
I tried to run, but I’m out of breath.
You’ve always made me show myself.
Helped me come to know myself.
Showed me how to elate myself.
And finally how to hate myself.
Or rather the emptiness between us.
The silence we proliferate.
The hollow years bound by fate and fears.
But we shall never come undone,
only spend some time untangled.
I’m not drawn to you, though you always find me.
Always find a way to spin your web around me.
My cruel, eternal, occasional mistress.
My dear consuming Loneliness.
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