Forbidden Love's Kiss

You whisper reminiscences drooling down your cheeks

with eyes blacker than cobalt, or perhaps a coal not ignited;

for you lacked the spark of ecstasy you once equipped gazing into

my blushing eyes,

your nimble tongue slick on the verge of insult:

razor-sharp, a devious connoisseur of acquainted linguistics,

so moist, so lush, I could almost taste it.

But alas!

roses are roses, daisies are daises;

we may sprout within the confines

of one, single meadow,

but one of us is sure to be strangled.

Yet you still insisted 'twas not chance that defined us,

but fate that aligned our forbidden love,

``show me what the fates got wrong,``

you murmured, curious hands wandering my figure,

to which I retorted: ``us,`` and ran.

I tromped out the meadow, battered roses left

in the wake of rage, as I so morosely knew would

fuel your heart for years to come

as you awaited my return, tending the damage

inflicted by my heel.

Once I returned beneath the bias of

sorrow and guilt, you so surprisingly greeted me

with arms I once knew well, offering an embrace with

hands that once twirled curls of my hair outside romance;

to which I obliged,

only to find a dagger in my stomach,

blood perching from the balcony of my heart,

tears dripping faster than my wounds.

You proceeded so teasingly, stripped to wade in

the oceans of my sorrow and pain,

awaiting the perfect moment to implant a kiss on my

dying lips.

Author's Note

I originally intended this to be erotic.. guess that didn't work out.
The marvelous portrait is courtesy of Jenna Laatsch, whom owns a profile on Deviant Art. Check her out for more artwork such as these!

Reviews

[Bluefire]

Seems more like betrayal than forbidden love to me.
Very well done, I like the story and how it's written so precisely into a poem. ^^

[Tai Ryens]

I see how the conclusion could lead to something such as that, but I suspect my original thoughts at the time was that I was being strangled by the other person (examining the date, I believe I was in a toxic relationship at the time).
Thank you, Blue, I love your inputs.

[Bluefire]

I can see where it can go both ways. No problem, Taite. ^^

[Nia Hope]

I really like this. It was dark and I so was not expecting that ending. Great job

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you.

[Rhea752]

I am at a sleepover and I showed this poem to them and they were like this guy must be like 40. They think you are ridiculously mature. Very well written. Keep it up! :)

[Tai Ryens]

I'm flattered :)

[Frieda P]

Wow, oddly sounds as though you're writing about my marriage here! I felt this one, you've woven a lovely story of where love takes us on many occasions, guilt, the entanglements of the past and why we go back to the same old story when we knew full well it was not going to work. Nope, didn't work as erotica but it's a damn good piece, sometimes our muse knows better than us where to take our little ditty.

'But alas!
roses are roses, daisies are daises;
we may sprout within the confines
of one, single meadow,
but one of us is sure to be strangled.'

Ouch, felt that!

[Tai Ryens]

O, is that so? Well, I am glad (or sorry?) that you were able to relate this to your own personal experiences. Such is why I enjoy poetry, and dislike author comments prior to interpreting.

[Frieda P]

I love it when I can relate, feel so much more in touch with the piece, and always a pleasure to read you....yes and guess who got strangled? ;-)

[Tai Ryens]

Him, I suppose?