POISON

Just another poet,

straight, gray ponytail,

dangles down her back,

gaunt hands make elegant,

slow movements while she

listens.

She wears soft denim

with white buttons

to the throat while

embroidered red tracery

rustles along the neck

with each breath

exhaled.

Dark, eyes, not quite closed

peruse a slow poison as his

distant hand traces patterns

down her spine and thigh,

anyone watching can see her

shudder.

Withered dreams fled an eon

ago like October monarchs

and post-Autumn leaves...

he leaves, but it is too late

and there is no anti-venom

for love’s slow poison.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Definitely not a antidote for loves poison

[Vol]

Falling in love is like diving into a pool of Chocolate pudding. SO DELICIOUS... until you drown...and find out there were alligators in there all along.
Don't get me wrong... I have met the love of my life, the one who finished me, made me whole, filled me up and gave me joy. She died eighteen months later... Taught me, SHOWED me what love is. Prior to Alice, I was married from 12/31/1969 to 09/09/2018, and only thought I knew... and this is what I've learned, I do not want an antidote... I want it all... laid out on a banquet table where I can fill my mouth with everything from a bite of steak to a slippery oyster to a red hot Jalapeno... I want ALL of it. Pain AND Joy! How else do you even know you lived?
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

Sounds like an amazing woman. Life is too short when it come to half in love it’s like cup of coffee left from the day before.