strawberries+arsenic

Her fingers were  birds gunning
across gray northern skies. She touched ivory
 keys while her ivory teeth
        clicked, clicked, clicked,
 to the waltz that she played with finesse.

When her husband came home he
neither spoke nor loved. When that man
came home she neither slowed nor spoke.
Her teeth went click, click, click,
to the now choppy rumba she played with vigor.

And then she stopped playing to fix him
a drink. His heart consumed the papers
colorless news. She poured in his
poison and kissed the glass; her teeth went
        click, click, click.

His heart beat once and then twice,
twice again, then back to one,

and was done.