the widow's lament

i pass the lonely evenings in circular dance
creating hexagonal test patterns in mid-air
spinning safety in rotation
to make a lightweight lair
the silken promise of a trap
for iridescent trails like hands to wrap
ribbons around your stolen heart
something not invisible
but tangible as a tangle or a snare
an expanse of breath that's softly stretched
to catch you unawares

a twitch ripples along fine filament
interrupts my obsessive reps
halts my coda choreography
stops my sorrow's steps
my soul tingles anew with whispered prayers
so that patience begets reverence
and as you tremble against light-tuned strings
my heart's dirge pulses a faster pace
as helpless, hopeless, shameless
you turn up a faded face
my poison kiss comes swiftly
bringing desire as it stings
an arresting spell it stuns your stare
clips and ravishes your wings
and i'll hold you fast in silver sinew
to keep you stationed there

but this tango it is mirthless
and doomed to false embrace
the tasteful zeal of sex appeal -
a shadowed specter to erase
my violent nature will presume you are something to consume
the widow's song grows louder now as it's playing on the loom
but i'll remember you with fond regard
my partner in deadly dance
as prisoner to passion
and fodder to romance