Black Widow

Dragon blood
days of yore
in fantasy
courtesan I be
wrapped in luxurious sable
reclined
pillows
Arabian silks
gauzy veils.
Bejewled
hands of gold
held out
kissed
kings lay at my feet
whispering promises
riches
dreams I can only desire
jaded that I be.
Cherry slicked lips
forked tongue
devil I speak
purring here
pouting there
pulled into my web
woven
poison pumped
directly to vein.
Never was a connection made
never was a sorceress condemned
fled next
play the flute
each time
I surpass myself
I have to up the game.
©May 28/20
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom