For critque only:
She Entered Uninvited
She entered with a key he did not give her.
She entered uninvited.
Her clothes were dropped onto the floor
her hair let down, she waited.
When he arrived and saw her there,
a knife was in her hand.
A stab of fear sank to petulance, as
With graceful turn and lift of arm
she placed the knife beside a pear
upon a plate next to the bed.
A gift, he thought, she gives to me,
no reason to resist. I’ll scold her later
and explain
my comittment to another.
He lay beside her as she shut her eyes,
he tasted of her skin. He allowed his lips
to find their way, behind her ear and down her neck.
She arched herself and lifted up,
her hand went out and returned
a slice of pear, she fed to him.
“You wanted it and here it is,”
he settled between her knees.
“Oh no,” she said, “you mistake my lust.
I did not choose you for your thrust
into my core but for the cut.”
“Look at me,” she commanded.
His head came up, she locked him tight
against her body with her heels;
she cut his throat.
Eyes closed tight, mouth open wide,
she luxuriated in the spray of blood.
As he wrestled for his life,
she murmured soft a lullaby,
and rocked him to his rest.
She Entered Uninvited
She entered with a key he did not give her.
She entered uninvited.
Her clothes were dropped onto the floor
her hair let down, she waited.
When he arrived and saw her there,
a knife was in her hand.
A stab of fear sank to petulance, as
With graceful turn and lift of arm
she placed the knife beside a pear
upon a plate next to the bed.
A gift, he thought, she gives to me,
no reason to resist. I’ll scold her later
and explain
my comittment to another.
He lay beside her as she shut her eyes,
he tasted of her skin. He allowed his lips
to find their way, behind her ear and down her neck.
She arched herself and lifted up,
her hand went out and returned
a slice of pear, she fed to him.
“You wanted it and here it is,”
he settled between her knees.
“Oh no,” she said, “you mistake my lust.
I did not choose you for your thrust
into my core but for the cut.”
“Look at me,” she commanded.
His head came up, she locked him tight
against her body with her heels;
she cut his throat.
Eyes closed tight, mouth open wide,
she luxuriated in the spray of blood.
As he wrestled for his life,
she murmured soft a lullaby,
and rocked him to his rest.
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