Death's Dancing Partner

A dance with the Devil himself
Horns, pitchfork, tail and all.
He was like a red flag representing
dangerous times ahead.

Hearing her own strangling breath
Echoing in her ears, questioning,
demanding answers of his professed
Love for her.

At last she slept the sleep of death.
Swirling, spiraling, succumbing at last
to the tentacles of death.
As she was forever swept away.

Adults

A fire in the fireplace.
Late night suppers.
Long hours spent reading.
My home and the children.
Life in the mountains.

As an adult I hold a
certain inane power.
To change things and lives.
Freedom to leave this place forever.

I try to temper my anger and
secret resentments with
the knowledge that whatever
is happening to me today
is not going to last forever.

You

You limb of a spider,
You leg of a lamb,
You little black devil,
Get out of my soul!

You smell like a sewer,
Your teeth are like fangs,
You wear an old sweater,
That's obviously seen better.

You live like a pig,
In a house that's too big,
You love to eat figs,
and wear an old wig.

Days Like This
Dedication: To all My Friends in the #ASL

It's on days like this
I wish I could find
A special word or phrase
Something special -
Something unique
That you have never heard.

Just to let you know
How sweet you are
How important and so
Thoughtful too!
Just how much you
mean to me.
To know I have a
friend like you.