behind black laceA Poem by Csimmons Behind black lace are suspicions conjured only by the dark side of the mind. The realistic voices say beyond the laced curtain is a child dreaming in his bed, or your widowed grandmother finishing her quilt. but the dark side imagines the laces of a lovers stockings griping her thighs as the flickering flames of her candles casts the silhouette of a insatiable angel. what if the lace trimming the silk night gown stained from the blood that soaks through. As the lonely confused man presses the wound and begs god for it to be a dream, his prayers go unheard those feeling have just mutated from the lustful rage and jealousy his dead eyes have been filled with since they first laid on his dancing angel. but the dark side and reality fuse as he sees that his own black lace is the repeated shadow of a desperate souls way out. fear is expected but absent as he tightens his lace around his neck, no the only emotion is excitement and his only thought as the stool wobbles beneath his muddy boots is that his angel is no more than a last breath away. the realistic voices say its a child dreaming beyond the black lace of the curtains.
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