sleep kisses eyelids
softly whispers sweet-nothings
cradles the senses
lulls me into trance
drags me to a precipice
points out other side
turns back; flashy smiles
a daring glint, in his eyes
slyly hypnotize
drills holes into mind
pulls soft sighs from pale lips, with
broken promises
desire to submit
a constant dance on the skin,
cravings carve out sin:
peace transcends smooth fall
into warm welcoming arms...
...and I... went. out. cold.
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©AmaliaAbbar
27thSeptember2018
For PoetsPub BCE, Week 2, 2018
YOU ARE READING
Vermillion
PoetryI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
