Love and Death Wish

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she smiled,

a lion roared,

music filled the room

and Charles Bronson killed everyone

while we passionately lunged in the flickered

shadows of glorious righteous destruction

animated by the best intentions of mortals

and the least treasured gifts of God.

 

the sensation was a warm narcotic wave

of green eyes, supple skin, gunshots and explosion.

 

I may have been in love.

 

because I knew

we had achieved the edge of glory's sky,

and now there was nothing to do but fall,

 

I never called her again.

Author's Note

there simply needs to be more poetry that includes Charles Bronson.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Sweet!