CAT EYES

Cat eyes

demurring kill of the soft edged knife

I am held in irons

in an obese wind, cantering God

praying for a victims justice

for beauty

can be used as a device of War.

Finding

my Achilles heel will be a simple task

once

those eyes of yours meet mine.

You will cast

your spell and saturate my Soul

making me dance

when I don’t want to dance, and

to cry

when I don’t want to cry.

Cat eyes

in me deeper than the fathoms of the sea

I bring you milk with a bitter taste

hoping to

release you from your grip on me.

Fowl

as the poison you insist to hold on

driving me

to be something that I am not, and why

must you

garden yourself within me?

Cat eyes

creating an offensive and defensive play

certain to capsize

my emotions with love.

Standing beneath

a ladder my feet are frozen

and I know

with all certainty its my doom, meowing

a stenching breathe of death upon me.

Queen of eyes

controlling and handicapping me

redirecting

the flow of my blood

I can almost feel

my heart about to suddenly stop.

Why would

a madman think of making love

to a disorienting beast of beauty?

Why have you

chosen to hunt me down

knowing

the innocence of mercy has flown?

Cat eyes

must I commit suicide to abandon you

and summon a satanic rhythm?

Even now

I feel the weight of your body thrashing

turning me into a pudding of slime.

Does a man scream?

Does a man

allow a woman to bury him alive?