Black Widow

In limbo her soul breathes
The inky black of midnight crawling her skin
She watches his chest rise and fall
The rhythmic sounds lulling her to sleep

She pierces his dream with silent screams
Calls him awake with urgent longing
He stirs and twitches
But does not come to her

She fingers the softness of his neck
Coils them around it's length like a snake
His eyes spring open, prised from sleep
Silently pleading, what do you want from me

They meld together like scorching lava
To frenzy the passion they cannot speak
He reaches for her tenderly, offering his mouth in expectation
This time, she thinks, he has been spared
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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January 28, 2011 at 10:39 PM
Intense passion here.Liked your poem-kashinath
Page Avatar
July 7, 2010 at 2:51 PM
Wow you write with powerful feeling. Love it Love Roger x
Henderson Avatar
July 4, 2010 at 12:34 PM
Very nice free verse here. Fortunately I don't have to worry about widows. Your picture is awsome. ..........Charles
Knop Avatar
July 4, 2010 at 8:41 AM
What a passionate write, Lisa! Enjoyed reading it this late afternoon and hope you'll have a nice week!...I muchas gracias por tu comentario de "Tu Sombra"...Keep on writing!..:) Gert
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July 1, 2010 at 5:18 AM
passionate
Fraser Avatar
June 30, 2010 at 11:25 AM
Terrific piece on the black widow, and us males think we have life hard >> James
Mehta Avatar
June 30, 2010 at 8:26 AM
I enjoyed your thoughts on Black widow
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