My One, True Love.

Too much pain had consumed my heart for it to beat much longer.

I locked eyes with brilliant shining buttons of sterling, black coal.

I was immediately drawn in by his grim smile of a foreboding, grim demise.

The danger was exciting-stimulating; as it could be.

His hands were large but bony and spider-like and they crawled upon my skin.

The taut skin that was pulled across his cheekbones made his alabaster skin gleam

With emaciated anticipation.

A black bushel of hair encompassed his skull, in great contrast with his pasty skin.

An unmistakable look of intense fear crossed over my companies faces as they

Watched me and the strange man dance in perfect unison.

I couldn't understand why they were so afraid, I found him intensely-almost intimidatingly-

Charming as his thin frame spun me around, making a beautiful web of rhythm and mystery.

His eyes were endless and full of darkness, yet I could see the flame of lust burning intently and brightly within.

I had overlooked his black cloak that hung on the coat rack by the door.

He pulled me into him; stripping me of my clothing and doubt.

He thrust into me and we became one as I could feel my heartbeat grow fainter.

It slowed, and slowed as we danced the dance of love.

I felt the wounds on my heart melt as my beating stopped, and air ceased entering me.

That night I fell for a man who took my breathe-and life-away; Death.

Author's Note

I wrote this for a contest.

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

Sometimes only Death can mend a wounded heart, and thus it is that Death is beautiful to those who seek release. Perhaps it could ease one's mind to think of dying as an eternity of waltzing with this mysterious, strange, dark shadow, Death. I do not dream that anyone could fall in love with Death, but perhaps it is not impossible. You have described a love that is deep and consuming. A kind of love that a coward wouldn't admit to. This is where the bridges burn, where love passes the point of no return. Powerful, dark, and strangely hypnotic and haunting. Congratulations, my friend. You have, as always, captivated the attention of your readers with your words. A great poem---beautiful.

[Eagle Cruagh]

None of us like = him , we will fight him , many
of us will win. I hate the idea of your
poem, wooing death, being caressed and
seduced by a skeleton. 'Ewwwww !
But, you make your point.
Althogh gruesome and disgusting, it is
your point and it is well taken.
Brilliiant writing .
----- John

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know if Death would be romantic. There is a series of books by Piers Anthony. He gave Death a life and a difficult job. I like the directness and desire of the poem. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Mr Alednac]

:o
that is a really crazy poem and pretty creepy