Seth Callaghan Poet Free verse

Her Lips Were Poison

Pour another drink,
story of a woman
who was everything
with nothing
story of a man
who was nothing
but had everything,
her lips were poison
that filled his desires,
a bed 
that could moan
as loud as she did
a room
that saw more
than a blind man
ever desired to see.

I pour another drink,
she was complicated
he was prophet of immorality
blinded by lust
such wicked love
love and let it kill you,
he never feared death
as she did,
let me put it this way
a million lips
but none as poisoned as hers
a million naked bodies
none with her infinite essence
so simple 
yet so complicated
I do 
and do not want you

I pour another drink,
she does not.

SC... June 9, 2017

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