Her Kiss

Her kiss was full with oleander
Poison soon meandering
It’s way down to destroy
The last festoon he kept
Of flowers full of love.

And as she shed her denim,
He, unknowing, filled with venom,
Just another boy
With whom she slept,
To punish him, and every man,
For what she’d missed

In love

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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