Happy Harvesting
HAPPY HARVESTING
She moves to capture; he puts her in check.
She wears alabaster; on her ears and her neck.
She sharpens her knife; he reloads his gun;
They threaten each other; before they are done.
She hikes up her dress; exposing her hips;
He tells her no way; as he’s kissing her lips.
She makes a dismissal; such as talk to the hand;
He jumps up to challenge; right there where she stands.
She goes to the closet; in a jester to pack;
He tells her good riddance; don’t ever come back
A master disaster; with very few rules;
Till death ever after; use or abused
A Hallow time reckoning; with sour ball gum;
It’s a masked celebration; for the old and the young.
The witches of Salem; the warlocks of doom;
Either love them or hate them; in the middle’s no room.
She’s rubbing her eyes; to wipe off the tears;
He wants to leave her; He’ll kill her he fears.
Selling his freedom; to get what he wants;
Knowing his weakness; with her beauty she taunts.
A match all too perfect; for the liar that cheats;
It’s a waltz so familiar; for the dancer with beats.
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