The Dark Poetess (Inspired by Poetryman)

A new poetess is created
everyday, in my imagination.
To call her is my hearts beckoning,
to love her, a toxicity spewing
from the earths center,
molten hot.
 
To want her;
a prison I call home ---
 
(The man cannot love
or he self-destructs; implodes.
So he carries its glitter
to gild every word he pens.)
 
She hides in each shadow,
between sentences  
and flickers glances
in punctuation;
the poetess teases and
I follow her like  
freedoms harbinger of insanity.
For she feigns love, and in words
is this the tragedy:
 
She is too fluid to love, her
I cannot catch.
 
Though, I follow her underground
to bury myself in her  
rhetorical wisdom ---
That she eludes me ever in
the darkness.
 
Here, the poetess runs away into
her cavernous stories
she wants me to believe;
but I know her too well,
so I resist her taunts, her teases
only to live another day
in the faint daylight.
 
Sun setting as
I write evoking  
the Dark Poetess;
as she gives me meaning  
and reasons to love her  
this only way,  
even as, furthur down  
she runs away.

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