Skeletal Kiss

In a dark mood at the moment.

Skeletal Kiss

       October 1, 2011

Not a fraction of what you were

not anything to applaud

your skeletal hands and crude demands

breath has left me bare to yield.

Your faithfulness derived

conjured within self-flagellation 

discloses all that which is unbeknownst

your body wants not of mold 

covered in it yes, but rightfully so.

 

Not a shred of what you were

Not anything to behold

For your skeletal arms with disgraceful charms

Fawning over what you once were,

what you think you still could be.

Shriveled up and rotting

from the inside looking out

pouring it on thick and

lacquered up in wanting

oozing yet starving for more.

 

Not an ounce of what you were

Not anything to be told

For your blackened heart leeches

From the depths of your very soul

fainting love forgotten

a misery does unfold;

with a skeletal kiss

and flesh dismissed

bring me into the fold.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

I'd hate to be the person on the receiving end of
this..A perfectly dark and dreary ode so convincingly
written....

[Arthur Henn]

Smiled upon each line of this poem - Still smiling,

Bring me into the fold

I love that line - A great finish, J.V. Stanley

[Moflo]

Great great write! I love the imagery, the title was certainly catchy as well! I like how you started each stanza, it is a line that draws the reader in and keeps them there. Great job!

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ahhhhhhhh i love it