She lit you up like a bonfire,
all tinder and smoke and flame~
The blush that flooded her breasts,
welled up like a spill of blood.
What is not love but true obsession?
The force that shares it's cradle with crime,
With fraud that does not falter,
when she asks if you could love her...
When you say that she'll always be your girl~
That cutting angle of your jaw when you swear
always, always and always
then thrusting the blade downwards,
wipe your hands clean on her blouse.
you bad, bad girl!
Oh... that is saucy. *grin*
Wow! If that wasn't pitch black beautiful and hotter than Hell, I'll be damned if I can think of something that is.
I really like this. In the literal sense, it has wonderful imagery.
'That cutting angle of your jaw when you swear
always, always and always'
Thats my favorite line.
And yet, the need to end her life does not make of him a liar. It is actually easier, I think, to know eternal love for someone if you simply get that spark of their true selves and something happens before they can ever paint it with lies and selfishness. Though the poem seems sad, I find it sad for him rather than her. She's either in the afterplaces or reborn into new opportunity, and he will always feel the pain she had in that last moment, she will not...
Love and death...the same
This has a sensual feel in a wicked
way, the end, the final sacrifice.
This is amazing.
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