She shudders by me,
A web of sublime predation.
I add her to my list of grievances.
We’ll make fireworks of saltpeter
And hearts of raven feathers.
She in her constant state of delirium
And her cycles of woe and excitation.
She takes off in a hot air balloon
The smudge of her mascaraed eyes accusatory.
All my promises have been retaliatory
An excuse to get closer when
The means was beyond my reach.
The means has left me gaping, uneven as terror.
I watch her, an angel, sulking in the florid air.
She’ll come again and it too will be
The last time as all the times before.
She is enough to punish any man
And therein lies her magic.