Poetry Class Assignment Seven: Revenge

I enrolled in a poetry class this semester and now that it is almost over I can post my final versions of the assignments.  Writing poetry by assignment is not always easy and often doesn't come out as well as one would like, but I managed to enjoy it anyway.  This is the response to the seventh assignment: write a poem about love or hate without using the words love or hate.  I chose to write about hate, and allowed my literary side to come out.

Revenge 

I am attracted to him right away. 

I peer close, as I mark my prey.

This one will be easy. 

He's not the type to fall for sleazy.

I saunter over to entice,

Showing off my merchandise.

Like all the others, he takes the bait.

They never realize what will be their fate. 

My limousine is another cincher.

What's in the champagne will be the clincher.

He thinks he will get the best of me.

Soon he will learn I come at a high fee.

As we pull up to the mansion,

He gawks in awe at the luxurious expansion.

He thinks I will be his highest score.

Beautiful and rich, who could ask for more? 

While we stroll, he has a seeking hand.

"No, no, we have all day," I reprimand.

I offer to show him all around.

"Behind this door, a special place can be found."

His interest perks at that little tease.

It always does, with such great ease.

With a coy smile, I unlock the door.

His smile melts upon site of the screaming four.

I laughed aloud, "Only four?  Was six last I checked?"

One glance at him and it’s clear the drugs are at full effect.

"You'll make five, I suppose.

This is punishment for the life you chose."

With that I push him, down the stairs he tumbles.

I see not just him, but all men’s fumbles.

He may not have had the chance to do it to me.

But because of my actions, another woman will be free.
 

I hear him cry out as I shut the door.

Once it is locked, he is heard no more.

I walk to the stereo and play track seventeen.

The Eagles -- Hotel California – always fits the scene.
 

At the bar, I pour a glass of wine.

I laugh as I think, you’ve got a lot of time to whine.

Fine things and my body you wanted at your will.

If given the chance, it would have been you at the kill.

I lift my glass to offer a toast, “Welcome to my abject opulence.

Your sins will never depart your reference.

You checked in, lured by what you could cleave.

Know now, you will never leave."