Hell Bent

A poem about the fear of love.

Carefully conscious, quietly contagious

Flower bud lips bloom to smile flesh

Tasted trembling from vulnerable eyes

Sunk my nails thick in her disguise

Sensitively sober, child smiling,

Seamlessly flow down the wild, dying

Loathsome to my skin the pinprick

A tired gentle touch, pseudo quick.

Jet black all-pupil eyes perform

Charcoal constant burned to warm

Soul searching soft, she touched me

Abrupt as a cool breath of sanity

There is no beauty I forget

The temptations, the simple test

The touches, purely wrought

Or those lessons freedom taught

Dangerously red rose under luck

Fingers bleeding painted touch

I lived more in that warm moment

Than had I touched, to hell bent

Author's Note

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