A Meditation on Love
Note: This poem was part of an assignment for my poetry class. It's inspired by and responds to a fellow classmate's poem.
A Meditation on Love
There is a widow,
Glossy and black.
Crimson staining her delicate mouth.
A callous predator
Claiming her victim.
But she loved him.
Adored his tiny, tan frame
And the smattering of freckles
Dancing across his back.
Loved him so fiercely she
Diced him into tiny cubes,
Spooning him into her mouth.
So that when their children are born,
He is the first thing they know.
And she,
Swollen with the fruits of her love,
Returns to her web.
XOXO, Michaela
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