Lost between light and shade.

She is insidiously beautiful;

She casts long shadows of contrasting shade and light

a flashing beacon of dark and bright,

warning, warning. But oh that smile, and those legs!

 

She enters on a summer breeze, wafting in on peace and love

and the musk of sex, gathering allies as she comes,

smiling and frowning, already splitting the old alliance.

Pretending obedience but offering only war and defiance.

 

She draws you in, with her stories and her spin

Bit by bit by bit the stories collapse the façade begins to unravel

To many jobs, to many old friends,

girlfriends, boyfriends, to much travel, running away.

 

The first flash of real evil comes

long after the first requests and first demands

She needs, she needs she needs, special soap for sensitive skin

Special foods because she is too thin,

cocaine to make her sin. And oh, how she sins!

 

She thanks you for your gifts, smiles and tucks them away for another day

And by tomorrow, she needs, she needs, she needs, again and again and again.

She needs new shoes, she needs new jeans, good labels only please

and new men. In new ways. Always.

 

The first scream, not of joy or lust, pain or frustration or anguish,

but domineering, evil and hate filled.

And then you think about the first days, the smiles, the tears, the giveaways. You fool, you fool.

Evil now lives in your house with a cold heart and a pretty face and you are its tool. You fool, you fool.

 

You are a slave to her smile, and besides, you have no others, all frinds gone, long, long gone.

Did they leave or did you tell them to go? Fuck! you don’t know, or care, all gone, long, long, gone

And you have only her, smile now gone, the musk of sex gone.

Its all fucked up, wrong, wrong, wrong

 

 

She walks along the hallways casting light and shade, black and white, she’s writing tags

Like a tiger, or a dancer moving through a doorway, light and shade, slats of hate and rage, packed bags

It’s ok, she is leaving,  better off without her, let her go,

No, no, no. And you are lost between light and shade.

 

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

 

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