2005-12-19
Love-in-Death
Hearken!
And sing the morose, lonely Song.
A sick and pallid Lover
Left alone
Then carried
Home.
By Lady Death, awaiting at his Door--
She lured him out with Poison
And Tonic;
Red Wine;
Pour!
The scarlet Drink from deep burgundy Slits
(Such Luxury flows from them)
Into the
Silver Flask.
Sips
Slowly, so as not to stain the silken
Lips of Death and Her dark Love
Raw Passion
At its best
Smitten
graffitihart at 5:07 p.m.