Inamorata

 

Out of your dresser drawer,

in the middle of the night,

as you slept, I stole it.

 

That golden locket

in the shape of a heart

never should have been yours.

 

The filigree flowers,

and delicate box chain

feel cool between my fingers.

 

His beloved

until he smelled the poison

on your lips.

Reviews

[Michiko]

The poem is very good. Very descriptive. Well done.

[The Musings of Mary H.]

I thought the poem was great! The last stanza seems out of place to me though. I think if you reword it a little, this poem will be in top shape. However, this is your poem...do as you feel.

Mary