Kisses

Kiss of a gun . . .

Gaping lips shrouding

copper tongues; lingering;

anticipating kisses to be given

one by one: praying that

fingers resting on cold triggers

slip; frosty skin to be warmed by

the barrel of a gun. I craved

nothing more than ecstasy; 'twas

found contained in rusted steel

tainted by past owners' blood:

whose lives ended in nothing more

of a click and artificial fangs leaking

venom into algific veins leading

to their hearts

Eternities of longing for the

antidote against seclusion led to

this very moment: osculating towards

the end of the gun; prepared to

digest medicine to cure depression;

&

Click.

Author's Note

Not sure of the words just before 'click.'
Photo courtesy of dzika-koala on Deviant Art.

Reviews

[C.A. Lucas]

Wow, I love this! It's so descriptive it's actually enticing unlike most of the stuff on here.

[New Dawn]

Good write Tai, very bleak but then that is what you were trying for. My favourite bit was ' praying that fingers resting on cold triggers slip', great!

[Lost in Wonderland]

Woah! This was so awesome Tai! So dark and intense and well written and great emotions and AH! I just loved it!
God bless
~Mickey

[demureminds]

Man is this well written. Loved the explicit imagery. Haunting yet amazing piece.

[afra]

excellent write ....as usual

[Baby Ricochet]

Man does that ever sound like the date from hell. Good write man!

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Quite profound for 13 years in a cynical nightmare. Brilliant write and an excellent read. It gets better as you get older. Been there, done that and wrote a book about this foolish world going under.

[Tai Ryens]

'Better,' is a bit too optimistic for my genre of poetry. Cynical maybe? Hehe . . .

[Brandon S. Whitten]

I know you're genre may be the death of humanity b/c no one cares anymore. Which is good, I can't stand this world.

[Tai Ryens]

Your*

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Oh no, did I misspell?