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
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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