Use and Handling

With a small murmur of influence,

I place my lips upon your forehead,

Our thoughts become confluent.

Unbenounced, I have your soul behead.

Author's Note

Sunday posting. This one is late for you guys, but it's been up on my DA for a while. I'm trying to figure out if I can schedule poetry on here like I can DA, so I can get stuff up on time while I'm busy.

I'm now writing three poems daily to force myself to write, so some of these aren't going to be my best but I need to post something on Sundays.