Dear Spying Soulmate,
Hell or jail?
You don’t know where your body is bound.
I owe you nothing.
Heaven or garden?
You don’t know where my spirit is found.
You owe me something.
A Black Cat Moment: Spying Soulmate
Mirrored connection.
Two souls reflecting our light.
Virtual lovers.
A Black Cat Moment: Karmic Lover
Eat of his crumbs, whirl
watercolor passions to
his bursts of fury.
April 2023 Poetry Challenge @fakeflamenco
Pardon me,
but where’s my hot tea?
Black, white, green–
I am blue blood, see?
Balloon eyes
and head-feet physique,
I advise–
octopodes–not octopi!
A Black Cat Moment
Break me with your noxious silence.
Love bomb me into compliance.
Stuff me back into a freezer.
Ungive then like Ebenezer.
Inauthenticity’s your brand.
Ghost me, pelt me, bind me–I stand.
Talking circles, wrecked in blue hue.
I will continue to love you.
Breadcrumb and numb my heart thereof.
Mark down my value of my love.
Shoved in the clearance rack contrived,
to Shakespeare’s Sonnet One-Four-Five:
I love, he hates away he threw
the pearl that streams and
hears ‘not you’.
A Black Cat Moment
My eye is dead.
You cannot see.
I am the shark.
I will end thee.
I am in blue
and hungry, too.
Otters at sea,
will you feed me?
White teeth turned red.
My eye still dead.
Still cannot see?
I’ve ended thee.
A Black Cat Moment
I hide his madness in my words
with no authority.
Our souls are one, as wingless birds,
we stream eternally.
He hides my truth in his deep well
for none at all to seek.
Our milky pearl, trapped in its shell,
a treasure trove to peek.
A Black Cat Moment
Dear Warlock,
I know of your errand.
You know, the one you took when you hoofed your way into the woods with my soulmate’s karmic lover. Remember? Your magical vows you scattered to the winds across the trees, the ones Feathers heard you chant and repeat. You and his karmic lover, both envious of his heart-felt love for me, of our shared power not yet lived, proved yourselves to be soulless trash.
You and that stand-in mannequin karmic both planned to break him, break me. You wanted my soulmate to reject his love for me and that he did. He trusted you. He trusted her. You cursed us.
She had only been a karmic pass-around whore who played into my soulmate’s lustful eyes of necessitudes. She was his squatter, his server. She turned to you, didn’t she? She paid you in gold for you to ritualize and reverse our divine contract, didn’t she? Thereafter, she let her guard down with you as quickly and quietly as a panty drop.
Oh, you think I don’t know about that, too? Your paid-laid?
You chose war.
You like games, right? Do you want to play games? Here’s one.
Since you like reading tarot cards and all things pentacles, read this.
What will you and your whore get from having repeatedly drawn the Tower and the three of swords?
Karma.
A Black Cat Moment
Dear Karmic Lover,
No. You are his karmic lover and I’m his soulmate.
Your desperation entertains me.
I know you know and I don’t care.
When he opens your legs, he opens mine, too.
He sees you, but feels me.
He touches you, but sees me.
He sucks, licks, pounds you and releases on me.
Lusting after you, loving me.
Whatever he is, I am.
Whatever he does, I become.
I know you hate that, but you entertain me.
How does it feel to hold on to nothingness?
See, there will be three of us until you leave.
A Black Cat Moment
Dear Karmic Lover,
No. You can’t use mirror magic to dispel, break and invalidate a soul contract.
Just because you can see him and me through your black glass doesn’t make our soul contract bendable.
You fail to accept the control a God-bond authorizes.
Black Cat Words 