pearls laying just so on a long, white neck
dark eyes shining behind a mardi gras mask, feathered and bejeweled
all in place to hide her …
creative need plays on her finely tuned starvings and cravings
as she dismisses the apparent daily bread of boredom and rush-starved libido
as simple folly an unnecessary danger a brief mental retreat
yet, preoccupied with such unreasonable hunger, she searches for sparks and danger
while clouds gather out her windows in the chilly night sky….
what is this that has reached a boiling point leaving her famished
and searching for words that heat-seek?
in silence, she begs those offering a distant challenge
to try and fill her parched throat, and tend to her thirsty soul…
havoc waits at the ready feeling in pockets for the hidden
small knives placed just so beneath her velvet-soft cape
blades of darkness and she has unwittingly sharpened each tip
ready, in an instant, to slice out the heart of
trust and shared years from the distant eyes of one
so familiar and so beloved…
yet, nightly, she casts out the lines of pretend innocence into these dangerous waters
refines her avatar and continues a perfect dive into shark infested seas
all the while, feigning innocence..
smiling darkly the admission comes
(not on her life)