The Poetry Marathon

Black shadows danced

Across a blanket of mauve sky

And the day ended quietly

With the blink of an eye.

You’ve got me wrapped

Around those tiny little hands

And while I am not there now,

I just hope you can understand

Sometimes isolation is the cost

Of being a better woman.

I love you and

I miss you more than I planned.

I envy the black silk
That caresses your body
Touching you in ways
No man could compare.

You will watch me die

Before you watch me quit.

Would you abandon the inner city lights
And experience with me the beauty of this night?
Could you leave the safety of these streets
And experience this world with me?

You said you needed space

So I gathered up all the stars

And put them in their place.

My dear,

You are a spitting image of me

From the way you wear your hair

To the way you drink your tea.

I’ll lose my dignity

Before I lose myself completely.

If loyalty were tangible

He would take the shape of you.

“What is this?”

She grabbed at his hand

Splaying his fingers apart.

She traced the fine red line

Encircling his pinky

Before removing her glove

To reveal an identical

String of fate.