Mistress

The fragile protective organ
Split, like a ruby smile.
Allowing the exposure of
Fiber and tissue, before
Filling, and then overflowing with
The gleaming homogeneous solution.
Flowing vibrantly,
Pulsing with the rhythm of its once-host:
Escaping, from nutrient rich to oxygen rich
At an alarming rate; in waves but slowing.
A count down in diminishing will,
For shame the rush of it,
For shame the halt of it.

Did the overwhelming taste of life fill that mouth so quickly,
That like poison, you were so hasty to spit it out?

The scenes are always cliché to the point of disrespect,
Different only in their cast:
The final blow to a overwrought existence,
Weighty with that scent,
Unmistakable and heavy.

My own ears now straining to hear that song this puddle heard,
But none comes to me.
The fabled crooning which serenaded yet another away,
Is only silence to the rest of us,

The theys between us that seem to slip away in the night,
Those attuned to a temptress from which, once had, there is no release.
She lingers in blades and pills, in quiet lulls of the night.
She teases in tears and sings through arguments.
She dances on rooftops with easy access.
She calls on the hardest days – stalks her prey,
Awaiting the moment to present herself,
Naked and delicious,
Easier to hold then tomorrow is to suffer through.

The fragile protective organ
Splits and she shows her ruby smile.