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.