Bold and Spicy- Dark Love

Bold, dark, and spicy love, sweet and tangy,
basted in its natural juices, hot as Tabasco sauce-
That is what I was dreaming of when my life took a turn
toward the darkness...

...Off in the distance a wildcat growls,
slicing through the silence of the abandoned streets
and in you walk- a true femme fatale, eyes glancing around wildly,
daggers for teeth, covered in dust from the cobblestone paths that wound
through town and out into the dark woods...

A solitary street lamp flickers, my blood turns cold,
you screech, and I hear the echo burning like wildfire
through the cityscape, out over the suburbs, then into the cornfields...

I begin to transform, a subdued werewolf cry escapes my breath,
you moves closer, gliding like the dead, fangs glistening in the moonlight
and your full and sensuous breasts heave,
your violet eyes slowly lift and meet mine in a primeval dance.
We are entwined in our wicked minds, lost in a lonely alley
of tattered desires and dark breezes that are murmured into erect ears.

Your touch ignites my body, a storm begins to rage inside me,
the curtains whisper mockingly your deadly song
while reflecting the stars in the night sky
onto your purposeful body like leopard skin.
I feel my heart being ripped away as your laughter spreads
like the wings of a thousand black bats smelling their prey
in the distance.

No butterflies fluttering, no radiance wrapped around my heart,
no creamy wings of flowers under clear blue skies.
only darkness touches me, burning, engaging, and I cannot hide my naked eyes
from the bizarre contest unfolding into desperate fits of muscle and breath.
I, with a last enormous effort, strive to achieve with long defining thrusts
the one symbolic essence of our hot nocturnal encounter
and decorate our memory with a torrid exhausting climax...

My sanity, is it lost?



In the morning I wait for my toast to pop from my shiny new toaster
and see a dark blur in its warped reflection
slip through the open window in the bedroom,
moving like a jaguar. I slowly wake.
These scratches on my back, where did these come from?
and how did my t-shirt get so shredded,
and what’s this, my neck, so sore, and bleeding…
I have uneasy daydreams of a psycho girl with cold black eyes
and an evil smile covered in blood
as my toast grows cold and black coffee stales...

You seem different now, satisfied, serene,
and you give me a different look today, too- since last night
something strange, a connection to... no, wait, what am I thinking-
I feel like a goldfish locked in the closet
by a psycho puppet wielding a knife
asking herself how many bottles of mustard
does one really need for potato salad and deviled eggs…
Like being looked at as if I would please her palate perfectly
if only she had the Heinz, like I was some kind of ham.

Ah, I reasoned weakly, it is the language of love reaching out
from the black of night in unruly waves of blistering rain
with love pulsing through my bones in throes of passion
that casts a shadow on the darkness and blows away
the clouds of destruction spiraling towards me-
In my mind I hear you say

“Take me to bed or lose me forever…”

Floods, thunderstorms, tornadoes, torrential rains
pour down in sheets like a million-year release
while I sit here pondering my love, you- so gracious and wonderful,
portrayed with such few words, a beautiful picture in my mind.

I imagine I'm falling into your arms and looking up at your sharp,
witty and charming light-hearted yellows, greens, and reds-
never khaki, always innovative to a degree beyond me,
fingernails trailing down my back, and finally a release...
It was bound to happen, too much shredded wheat,
gives me smelly gas, soiling my britches, lingering treacherously,
trailing behind me like an obnoxious carnival show
and shattering any remaining shreds of romance,
but leaving me in a childish, rather embarrassing fit of
nervous laughter, forbidden, personal, implying permission given
from someone out in the great unknown universe.

It is too easy to drown in this misery without comforting words.
I was having a very rough time until you said, “Let me help.”
The pain in my arms vanished, you became a close friend of my mind,
telling me that I would make it until the bright light of morn.

You, the exotic ice princess, keeping the elephants of society at bay
with your yellow-gloved hands and eyes of sea green
holding Butch the tattered teddy bear whom I love very, very much
when you're not here-

Whenever sorrow poured from my soul, Butch would be there to catch me.
Whenever I yearned for something more, Butch.
Mend my broken heart? Butch again.
Without my tattered teddy bear and you gone all I feel is loneliness
dwelling within the deep recesses of my heart,
obliterating everything around, and my tears
flood the room.

I’m off in la-la land again as you invade the hollows of my subconscious
with an oblivion of rhapsody and visions of fantasy
shrouded in your luscious lips and long hair flashing blissfully
in my strobing mind.
As I sit and watch the display, anxious, I howl like a wolf
and hunt your tantalizing soft clasp, the one woman that I worship,
but you tease and leave empty trails, and the scent grows cold.

Today is your special day, even though you are so far away.
I make a cake with raisins because that’s what you like
when you’re lazin’ around.
I considered the cheesy food but that makes you queasy
and you would think you’re Bert the Sasquatch
sipping a cool pina colada in the light green glow of the Mango trees
singing “Banana-nanna-fo-fanna”, and rolling in the dirt,
and then playing topless touch football in the rain
and working up an appetite that would make the cows uneasy
in their meaty bodies and multivitamined ribs.

But your Bert- he is health-conscious, and besides,
he is against killing innocent cows.
So he tried munching on sweet grass
and suffered from anemia and tepid hallucinations
and is now just a legend in your mind-
a confession from a lifeless, alien body
reduced to a vegetative state that did't see the train coming,
now in a comatose dreamland dripping on starched sheets
In a paralytic prison and being kept alive by pulsating gadgets.
Everything turned fuzzy and Bert's lips went cold.
He slid deeper into the darkness and his screams
echoed in my ears for the last time.

If I could see you every day, even in such a state,
I would have stayed, though my emotions
would have been a complete wreak-
ripped out down to my cheeks- I would be sleeping on pillows
soaked by little salty soldiers telling me to be stronger,
that my happiest days with you are still in the future.
I listen, and cling to that slim hope, because I’m no psychologist,
and no soothsayer.
I then retreat into a world of fantasy, and confront and solve problems in far away places in advance of mankind's arrival.

I know it’s selfish of me, but you probably love somebody else now.
Behind my scraped knees and broken bones
my self-admonition falls on deaf ears.
I attend our wedding daily and hold you tight,
then traverse into a nightmare of empty halls
where silent ghostly musicians fidget with their broken instruments,
disappointed at my losing you.
I’m torn away from my dreams of happiness
and am told I am going to die tomorrow
without ever sharing another moment with you,
that I’ve seen you for the last time...
and the curtains rustle in our passionate entwine
in a bungalow on a sidestreet of my imaginary mind...
and we are transported to tight tapestries of rapture
that even the worst of critics would find no fault with...

Then a knock upon the door...



Stirred out of my trance
I found I was looking at a stranger as if it were for the first time.
There was a magnificent sunrise. You were standing there
reflecting my expressions and emotions.

A wildcat growls, two bodies move closer,
and the wind begins to howl...

End of Part IV, 185-210, of the "Seven Epic Adventures of candy177".

Intermission.














Continued With:
Part V, 211-255: Simple, Quiet Love for a Hopeless, Dark Psychotic

The Other Parts:
Part I, 1-89: A Dripping Fluffy Sugary Love Drool Ballad
Part II, 90-140: The 'Horny for those Two Lumps on your Chest' Ballad
Part III, 141-184: Some Serious Poetic Male Passion
Part IV, 185-210: Bold and Spicy- Dark Love
Part VI, 256-334: A Precious Love in Our Fantasy Land
Part VII, 335-380: A Sad Goodbye from a Parallel Path