Dying in Love
By 1stpoet
Dying in Love She was beautiful auburn hair, fox-gray colored eyes cheekbones a supermodel would crave skin, soft and white as orchids with roses blushed slightly In all that she was I saw Death my death for I would die within her The fire like hair was hell to me men saw those wisps in the wind and flames of desire would rise in minds I could not read or control Under her skin I saw those cheekbones, gray as her eyes visions of a skull, with my arms crossed behind her as we kissed her lips were as poison, and she was a pirate I became numb to her, and she stole all that I was in her perfume I even smelled death a subtle fragrance like that of a nursing home where you go when there is nothing left to live for, and all hope is gone the stench of growing old and dying both of which I would do with her © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes If spoken words can reach souls Written words can reach the stars Written December 19th, 2001 © on Dec 19 2001 09:31 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Dying in Love..."