They murder with a kiss.

Written for the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #61

Our lightless fire
This love is fair with keen appetite
Our magical hyperbole
We avoid and clean in the scullery
Of faint stale smells of beer
Sanctified by an ancient skull
Seized, penetrated by anguish
Fever of the jaguar
In its charm,
Possessed much, blood-faced
Fairer than myself,
No wonder on the summer’s day
Plucked in each verse, red for shame,
Desire is cold, bridled by Webster’s obsession with death
With a text that clutches and folds,
Anguish, anguish in the flesh
For I am myself here in the flesh
(And not hemorrhoids).
To stroke on one’s cheek,
As I on the opposite shore will be
Devoured by heavenly distilling flowers,
Tangled in pale delight
Like crimson shame, Et tu Brute?
Our roads diverged for better ones
Than ourselves because it would never make a difference
Existing letting this dream begin,
I come, I see
And then be immodest,
Oh, they murder with a kiss
Shaking in whispers.

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A/N: Please forgive me Shakespeare, T.S. Eliot, Henry W. Longfellow, Robert Frost, and John Keats.

16 thoughts on “They murder with a kiss.”

      1. You’re most welcome! 😉 I’m trying to get up the courage to submit something to Spillworks–is your site related to that, or separate?

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      2. I would definitely recommend you submit to Spillwords. It’s great to put your stuff out there where more people can see it. My site is not related to Spillwords at all; I was just promoting a piece of mine that I submitted through their platform. 🙂 But, it’s definitely a wonderful experience!


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