Wifebeater - Extended from "No Holds Barred"

A wifebeater
ain't nuthin' but a tank top
wife... beater
wife... beat... her
beat her up, nice and good
so she knows her place, you pummel her face
beat her down to the ground, wife beater
drag her up and down the stairs
wrap your large hands 'round her neck
make sure you wear your
wifebeater when you beat her
so she can see the blood stains from her face
beat her when she's out of line
beat her when she's not on time
beat her when she's looking fine
beat her, wife beater
show her you're the king of your domain
be sure to wear those sexy wifebeaters
you know, the ones Jordan looks so good in
they come in... packs of black and blue
and shades of gray
wear that wifebeater under your shirt
so its imprint reminds her of
the imprints you left on her body
wife beater, beat her up nice and good
like daddy showed you, you could
shame her into having to explain
the cuts, bruises and brownish stains
flex on your woman, as life has flexed on you
force her to flinch, falter and forget
tell her she made you lose control, so you beat her
tell her its because you love her, that you beat her
beat her, wife beater, til she's numb
leave those sweaty wifebeaters about the the house
trophies of your battles won, symbols of her beaten heart
beat her in the name of respect
beat her in the name of power
beat her, when you can't stand to see her
and don't forget, to call it your wifebeater
when you beat her
so your daughter will know its name

Black Widow

mmmmm
let's face it
you want me
it is as if every fiber
of your being lives only for me
you look upon my black
lacquer skin and
see love's reflection
you want to touch me
you can't control it
resistance in futile
as I saunter about my web
you become hypnotized by my curves
a queer magnetism draws you closer
soon the sounds of your day
will be soaked in my silken voice
a causal glance over my shoulder
a teasing smile from my lips
a our heart beats synchronize
your are drawn closer to me
sending amorous vibrations
you listen intently
as I string sweet tales of love
so that i might keep you innocent
I carefully shield my widow's mark
my loving limbs and supple body
provide you with false security
we weave silk fantasies
of love and the promise of a future
I will gaze into your blinded eyes
whisper my love for you
I will wrap you in my love
layer upon layer just enough
to hint at suffocation
I'll play with you, my new toy
while my hunger continues to build
I have something else in mind
When I've had my fill of you
I'll ever so gently pierce your flesh
with my fangs and gaze at you
you face twitching nervously
love's venom making its way steadfastly
through your veins and into your brain
slowly the parts of your body begin to paralyze
ohh... no no no don't look at me that way
this is what you wanted , isn't it?
i've given you the gift of my love
because you are mine
and when you think you're ready to die
I'll inject you a second time with love's venom
so strong that your flesh will slowly soften
enough for me to drink from you body
under the moon's prominent light
when i look up my lips and chin
crimson stained as i clutch your
once beating heart in my hands
I breathe heavily, my heart still racing
when I've grown tired of your stench
I'll clip your carcass from my web
and release your limp body to the same fate
as the fools to came before you
then I'll shall return to my throne
awaiting love's next victim

30 Poems in 30 Days #30

Moon is the mother
of lost babies. She
keeps them hidden
behind her light.
Some babies she
takes by right.
Others are given
to her in the darkness
of the night. Babies
with no names are
hers and hers alone.
She is the moon.
Keeper of lost
babies.

Letter to an Absentee Father #29

Letter to an Absentee Father

It seems of late you have
a certain interest in me.
Passing messages to me
through various extended family.
I find it interesting that 30 years
down the road we barely know
each other and yet you speak
of me as if we've always been
close.

I'm not avoiding you nor am I
actively seeking you out,
since I have a father,
who's name is Mami. I recall
with clarity the husband you
used to be and the father you
pretended to be all those years ago.

So ask yourself really, what could we
possibly have in common that would
make a reunion imminent? I've grown,
developed and flourished in your absence
and frankly think I'm the better for it. So
thank you for your inquiry, but our time
has run its course. So I ask of you
sincerely to accept this as reality.

Yours very truly...