Tuesday, December 24, 2024

UNDEAD POETRY

 Kiss Of Death




Feel my cold hand

On your neck

Running down your back

See the malevolence

In my eyes

My lust

Hunger

Desire

After everything

I want nothing more

Than to kiss

Your full lips

Thirsting for mine

One more time

But now it

Is different

The damage is done

All the bridges

Have been burned

We are naked and alone

Exposed

For the frauds we are

Stranded

Disconnected

Like you always wanted

Free to pursue

Anything and everything

Under the sun

In the black

Torrid trysts

Secluded rendezvous

Scorn

Spite

Hatred

They are the legacy

Of our love

Which we both know

Was an illusion

A beautiful lie

From the start

How we cling

To dreams

Fantasies

Lingering in the darkness

Trying

To find the light again

In another's arms

Often against our will

We seek salvation

A vision ethereal

Festering in our heart

The graveyard of our mind

Only to throw it away

Erotic refuse

Scorned in the twisted rhythm

Of our lives

Yet eternal in poetry

The majesty of the moment

A kiss

Our mouths in sweet embrace

Tongues flickering

Serpentine

For an exotic interlude

Before withdrawing

Slow

Deep

Wet

Tasting pineapple

Mango

Watermelon

A passionate kiss

Deep within

The dark forest of my love

How many times

I have taken you

In my arms

Becoming lost

In ecstasy

Feeling your soft curves

Against my hard muscles

I could kiss

Your dirty sweet

Pouting little mouth

Forever

Never tiring

Such was the euphoria

I experienced

When we kissed

And now

It is all gone

Just this last remembrance

Of the train wreck

That was Us

Walking away alone

Leaving it all behind

A kiss of death

Upon your trembling lips

A kiss before dying

Starting anew

A vampire

Arising in the darkness

To live again

From the ashes of the past

My kiss of death

For you

My love

Watching in silence

As memories burn

To embers

And fade away

Like shadows of the fire

That started it all

The flickering candles

Glowing in the dark

Where we ignited our romance

Skin on skin

Immolated in passion

Drowning in rumpled sheets

Pleasure

Pain

I kiss you three times

And walk away

From the delusion

Savoring even this

My kiss

Of death.







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