Poetry / Poison

His eyes kissed her lips

Gentle as a snowflake and sweet as honey
His tongue caressed hers in a rhythmic movement

This, like other dreams dominated her mind
And shackled her thoughts

Passion exists somewhere else for her
Poison intoxicates her reality
Stomach churning memories and decomposed thoughts
Ruminate and (“throw up”..i need a word here)

Nothing is quite as sweet and serene as her history
She became a woman without a past
And a future without life

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March 20, 2007

Silent_Voice

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Silent_Voice reviewed Version 2 - Read 100%% of the Item

I like this one…if your looking for ways to lengthen it, you might try exposing the other persons point of view, either through her eyes or his…it might add a little more depth to the piece…I love the last two lines though…they connect it all…