Black Lace & Arsenic

From shadows she deliver’s silence

there’s an awe of beauty to never decline,

confidence unwritten within airs of a greeting

a coming together for curio eyes….

Hail simplcity for wanting of revenge

toward the victor that’s taken her spoils,

she paints blood on the masterpiece heavily adorning,

elegant walls of his cerebral recoils.

There’s defiance in delicate postures

descending gracefully from her podium of life,

transience when threatening, through low sultry whispers

of declarations never to be whiter than white.

From this darkness appears black lace and arsenic

lining throats of Judaii fools who invite,

laughter and frugality into woven chalices…

..and dark smiles celebrating the rest of her life.

Black Lace & Arsenic

©Nick Hawkins, all poetry rights reserved 3/6/13


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