Sunday, June 5/2011
Photograph: Purple Phase, by Rob Hanson
A Lethal kiss
Poem by: Despoina
His kiss’ essence flows into her throat;
Slowly, drop by drop, torturing her senses.
Her lips, are getting cold,
Her tongue, numbed.
Her mouth’s, like a blue violet,
Unable to whisper.
He’s looking at her…
His eyes are glowing.
His gaze’s dazzled by ecstasy!
He poisoned her unfortunate heart
That’s beating to the slow repeats of a deadly tango!
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