black widows that bite her skin
on the hand that melts the m&ms
touches him while she prays
teeth clentched
she's his hosannah girl
and he's in for it

sugar cane kisses
are stolen in the night
she swallows them whole
afraid they'll rot before their time
she stores them away in her memory
[let's hope her memory doesn't fail her]

she sees life as a black and white photo
corners bent
she misses his body
and the tossing and turning doesn't bring a remedy
like a slow motion film
she reminisces
of each time he doused her in love

to him she's Venus herself
even that her jealousy covers her beauty like a black veil
maybe her radiance can shine through
or could it maybe be too thick?