You were one step away from the whispers
Of a murderess, words would not have arrested
Her undermining gestures. Her fingernails glistening
Across her ever-changing silhouette. She’d think of
Your presence and bit your shadow with grinding teeth.
She’d love you in the form that she would master,
Form and scorn herself, but you wouldn’t let yourself
Be defeated, exhaled her perfume, her image absent from
Your brain. Her nostrils infuriated. Her thighs tense and clenched.
She’d dissect your name between her lips,
Avid storms erupting from below her chest.
Her anatomy was clear to you since the first time
Her eyes looked at you. They claim that she’s an artwork
That doesn’t need adorning vocabulary. You detected a predator
That lies still, then dances, uses all her skills to drown your body
Within herself.
Croque-Melpomene 