She likes him sinister.
Compelling in its origins
such things.
Out for blood.
Blood
on the table.
Blood on the walls.
Speaks to weakness comrade.
It’s when she bends as if she talent.
Power
corrupts full force.
Come out when thirst will drive
Devil
to account.
One thing to another.
Reimagined
the odd day rain.
The
cast about you immense.
The
zenith uproarious.
With eyes in the throes.
There will be blood.
Is
tacit from the cards.
Master
bed and head back, spine.
Guise
She follow me from Panama
In
the guise of a woman
I
did not recognize.
In this guise, than her famous form: Black Jaguar.
Taken
aback by her arrival.
I
am not dressed for guests.
Before
revealing herself.
She
takes on the whim of the women
Whose
skin she’s in.
Over
the Caribbean pursued.
The
Dominican Republic.
Port
Royal.
I am someone heard
word of mouth.
Bring
out your zeal.
When
it come to the flesh, yes?
Make
a woman feel joi de vivre, yes?
Having
seen it done through the eyes
Of
every woman she was
before
her cover is blown.
In the midst of it
a knowing moan.
I know again,
it is time to run.
Matters not I am
Mad Hatter.
And pursuits end
the hunter, hunted.
It is a phase and material notions.
Solution
is taxing.
Dexterity
and coercion.
Weapon
of your spark.
There
ballad for you.
This
game is pure rugged.
It
feels good.
She
offer best.
“Be nice to me,” she said.
Give
accolades what comes.
I
am of such Providence
it
kill the anxiety.
I’m
endeared the woman.
A
bit of thunder
with
an eye given chance.
Priceless.
She
let her fancy torn.
Sudden
sacred.
Win
you to my side.
It
is safe to bring up old ways.
I
want from you joys of life.
The
overlook is yours.
Reverence
in the positive.
She
give him comfort.
I
know from day dream.
Tapped
wavelength.
The
parties are tony.
Cast
a bigger shadow
that
captivate them.
Big
windows the overlook.
Willing
risk.
Wonderland.
(I Could) Eat You Alive
The lamb is tender.
The dressing piquant.
She will have basmati rice.
The dressmaker is
World famous.
Sinister or sweet.
I could eat you alive.
By the day get
more eloquent.
Suffer a fellow
His whim.
Gifts elaborate
All the more.
It come with
the house wine.
The dressmaker
is world famous.
Leafy greens.
Tomato basil.
Sinister or sweet
Wipe away memory of it.
A damp cloth.
Upper floor lavatory.
I could eat you alive.
Books
Thunder
and lightning.
The
storms within and out, rage.
Unrestrained.
Red
wine in a balloon glass goes to her head.
Wearing
an old gown.
The
lack of pride a sacrifice to Aphrodite.
Across
from the bed.
A
mirror against the wall.
Thunder
crashes in her head.
She
in the mirror
like
the pictures her mother’s books.
The
beauty how it looks.
She
pacify herself.
She
walks the hallway feet bare counting steps.
To
the back bedroom.
Ten
of them to get her there.
As
if Aphrodite herself would appear.
There
is a season or reason.
Such
an occurrence would be rare.
Rings
from previous glasses, the bed side table
stained
and drippings of candle wax.
By
now the weather as her grip on her glass is unstable.
It
look like rain. The thunder and lightning.
The
storms within and out, rage unrestrained.
They
get talking
like
I’m legend.
They
are untamed.
The
forest is where
to
make it.
This
idyllic
speak
to life.
A
curious we
talk about in fond.
All
is memorable.
And
given time
to
see it through.
It
is wine and
domestic
act.
It
come two fold.
This
is the way.
She
pounce impulse.
I
can only hope
fortune
in bunches.
Feral
actors known for.
Heroine has landed.
In hard times I bring the wine.
Show me passion
and gallery she mimic.
No stranger to the lure.
She top that.
I’m
Bedlamite.
Things
come together full on jibe.
Flattery,
the furtherance the good time.
She
has a tell.
Lover
when spoke.
Love spell.
Time
and trend.
The
nubile and the diaspora
bide
the “Metropolitan.”
The eyes wide
more than casual endeavor.
Could
be from the audience.
They
are raucous.
I
am that man of arts.
Wolf
of now.
The
score misery and bedfellows.
Best
of the grit collide
and
the reach expand.
The
local evil dwell.
Her
people perturbed
and
think she manage him.
She
lost in real time.
The
walls are thin.
Village
girls left to influence.
Grand
house and carriage.
Build
of tension.
In clandestine the best collide.
Course
of youth.
A
space she full of favor.
She
present a look upon.
A
hold on me.
The
bricks and the glass and
the
tree lined streets.
The whole be seen.
Tense
dramas borne of fancy and privy.
Last
we talk, you're partisan.
Fight
the melancholy.
There’s
living
if
love is fate.
Measured
increments.
Words
alluring.
To
page on you my love as the bard.
The
wind whip of sentiment
she
beautiful this way.
Dress
as dressed.
Do
what you will.
Poets lot is tribute.
Dress
is meaning when black
and
beneath that, grin.
So
long I’d written this boys and girls.
I
seize on a kiss.
Association
with price.
Heavy
is the heart that pay it.
I
am Bedlamite.
When
like the rest I want her genuine.
Was
taboo now,
all
the precious I’ve dreamt .
And
well-wishers they know I am lost.
Talk
of love will out.
Time
of hard times.
The
lure the rare air.
Opportunist,
I bookend revelry.
Attempt
be intimate, she mean it.
Run
tell that.
The gown make you muse.
She
love me sure as told me,
that fancy in my company
elicit
a whisper.
The great why,
and you’re in need.
The
way open and stark.
is how oft a body at play.
The
gown is sheer.
Organic
is best.
In the noir
you are centered.
Elicit sound,
the great why.
The thunder and
the shudder.
The way open and
hope-ward bound.
Let’s
say I don’t owe you nothing and vice versa.
Let’s cease with the histrionics
and pretense of care.
You succumb to the farce.
Shameless expectation of fortune.
You trumpet her fool to folly.
Sins of the father and
every one is charged.
She survive by Shaman
just so long.
We
are our preservation.
The self-righteous, blind
to the world of grifters.
Sins of the father he set in motion
however he warns.
And it spread as called where
it
is done and buried time capsule.
Short and violent.
Let us leave well enough.
©
Ragamuffin
She
one up the notion she is common.
Wishing
and waiting flutter,
her
most fetching,
model
confidant.
Making
for patch of life as ragamuffin.
Test
of tensile strength.
An
enlightened urban uncivilized
untethered
Phenom.
The
girl is sycophant until the ask is great.
Come
little man with scented vials.
You
arrive to nocturne.
She
cut a figure strange days and odd years.
A
happy ending and Girl Friday.
Summer
brought to crescendo.
A
union of abstract rebellion.
Budding
Lolita.
Stillness of the morning
speak
in a whisper giving thanks.
Your
approval is moving. ©GL
