How To End Love With Shock and Awe
So hot are the clear pale blue skies,
I wipe my brow looking at my estranged love.
Is the wind blowing
or is it just her words
that are being propelled at me ?
There is lust in my eyes,
staring at her
with her full lips
begging to be kissed,
and remembering how the sweat mingled
between our bodies
when we made love.
Her words have been bouncing off me
it is just the lust daze.
She thinks I'm taking a deep breath or two,
but I'm taking in her words,
it makes me strike a curious pose
and I get an odd look.
Listening to the latest scheme,
I inject my standard objections,
making her pause with the evil eye.
Her voice leaps to me,
like a cat
and her smile seems to caress me
with lovely romantic visions.
Reality imposes its grip on me,
making me wince for a moment,
it is as if I've been sickened.
Looking into her eyes
I catch a glimpse of hell within
and silently pray to my Savior.
I'm about to give in,
giving her my best smile of course,
when my lips part issuing profanities,
that I have not used in a long time.
My words are shells fired
from the cannon that I've become,
it shocks her into nothingness,
her footsteps fade away
and I'm in awe at what I've finally done.
Copyright © Mark King | Year Posted 2006
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