GRAVEYARD COFFEEHOUSE - "Bringing New Life To Dead Poetry"
Lay not in the ghastly carnival of lies and deception
Nor the penultimate sting of betrayal upon the unsuspecting heart
Pretty poison more wicked and potent
Than a roll of the eyes and a smirk
At "I love you"
Canceling the whole sordid deal
With the Devil aroused
Her sadism and savagery went far beyond
Changing moods and fickle whims
Unseen lovers and dark alliances
It was the way she accepted all
My passion, pleasure and pain
Every sensual maneuver and erotic dance
All those majestic moonlit evenings
Twisting things until they were no longer recognizable
Even to the enchanted gaze
And our love affair consumed and lost
Finally made peace with goodbye
Even the intellect thought itself a fool and surrendered ashamed
For endeavoring to love again
So bloodthirsty and heartless was she
Above all
That even when I realized all these things
Every one of her rank imperfections
Her kiss remained perfect upon my lips
Slow deep and wet
Extravagant in the midnight air
That was the greatest cruelty of them all
That her kiss would always be perfect
Even though she was an evil little bitch
And gone forever
That sublime kiss haunts
Me in dreams
That never die to this day
Those soft lips so succulent a feast
Remain in mockery
To say as in a last lover's embrace
They would remain a memory
Of yesterday
But never truly
Be mine again.
Plastacine smiles and games
Dead souls
Give me the darkness and the clouds
Let me remember
When I kissed her lips with passion
In the back of my car
As sensual raindrops fell
Hitting the foggy windshield
I want to recall the moment
I looked into her eyes
Tasted her tongue
And wished this embrace would last forever
As thunder rolled and lightning struck
Kissing her
Slow, deep and wet
So time would stand still
And I would never forget
What love felt like
Within a storm.
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