Friday, September 3, 2010

Death

Cyanide
Sarin
Valium
To each his own poison
When death seeps in
It doesn’t matter
How you embraced her
What matters is
Her kiss,
Which turns the lips deep blue
Your breathlessness
Excites her
Your pounding heart
Tells her of your love
Your pale cheeks
Will glow under her gaze
She is your beloved
You better go down on your knees

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