Cold Blue Light

It's curious to me how one can be so selfish.

 

She’s a false reality, invisible

to the eyes of a guiltless existence.

Screeching from silent keystrokes,

she pulsates in sinful frequencies

toward his loving glassware life.

 

And yet, he craves her.

Craves the destruction.

Singing, sweeping through

the drenching sweat and provisions

and his heavy, lying, calloused hands.

With her adrenaline-soaked,

pupil-dilating voice,

she kills as she calls

his  contrived, clever little name.

 

She is

his exciting execution,

kept concealed in a small morning hour

and locked away with a key of careful

barefoot secrecy.

 

Adultery happens

In cold blue light.

Reviews

[Luna Tique Fringe]

You have some extremely strong images... and I have to say a very unique way to broach the subject. This is a nice bit of contempory verse.

[Leo Gems]

This is an interesting piece and a very interesting view of adultery. Is it the forbidden that makes it so tempting and therefore happening with more frequency? With the intervention of internet and being able to chat with just a few strokes.. an emotional connection happens.. then what of reality?

Perspective ink!