Kenneth Kerry Poet Dramatic Verse

Black Widow

Black Widow

"Breathe dear Francis. 
Exhale your frost. 
Your touch is mist. 
Icy and long."

I remember the days. 
Smells of coffee beans. 
Little cups. 
Saucers to match. 

Roses hang. 
Upside down. 
Eternally dark. 
Brittle thorns. 

I remember, 
Your hands in my hair. 
Your breath;
Tickling my neck. 

You purchased. 
Evening gowns. 
To dazzle. 
To entrance. 

I believed. 
Your sweet words. 
I believed. 
Your dazzling romance. 

I recognized. 
Your betrayal. 
I saw. 
Deceitful stares. 

The whispers. 
Came alive inside. 
Telling truth. 
Of your intent. 

So eat! 
French dessert. 
My hands 
Have prepared. 

Then patiently, 
I will wait. 
Until sleep
Becomes present. 

Rest now. 
Inside this, 
Cold box. 
A frosty hold! 

Kenneth Kerry.

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