Mistress Cuckoo Seed

I laid out my greasy jealousies,
fly blown and crusted in between
a maze of whirling things
among pepper stars and black
into dawn’s waking breaking along a bloody crack.

Far back in distrusted memories
those tender games trussed between
daylight’s craven kiss and midnight's carefree lust
our melded hearts scarred by promises made
and snuffed before ending the dead dry day.

We . . . I . . .
I raged at strangers
for stealing our sun for usurping my ripened love,
and excised my dread guilt in bold discrepancies,
thrashed and bleeding, in between
tumbling twilight rain and thunder blast.

We . . . I . . .
I surrendered my flaming flesh and ripped
out those agonies with tattered fingers
curled my mauling fist in sleazy remedies,
dispensed with callous ease, between
night time’s foul infection and crippled sleep.

I summon you naked but wish you dead
and by my own hand, now the mistress
of breathless need, engorged with cuckoo seed
I discharge you!
You and your priceless scorn,
I eject you!
You and your twin pleasures, gravely bruised, lightly worn.

© Rivenrod 2014