X F Lacasse Poet Italian Sonnet

The Silent Kiss

Enticed, seduced, and speedily distilled,
stumbling dumbly, she trips into the arms
of decadence—(such hedonistic charms!)
—and finds her stubborn inhibitions spilled

in a puddle around her thoughts—and, stilled, 
her mind is free (of any and all alarms (!) )
of worry, fear, and doubt—beyond all harms
she thunders for a fresh martini, chilled. 

Teetering at the brink of another drink
she’s helpless against gravity’s stout
strength—down(and further still)into its wink
sinks the hopeless dupe into the abyss;
with more and more foaming from the spout,
she slips into a lethal, silent kiss—

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Hilda Greenhough October 9, 2025 at 9:41 PM To everyone who has had an alcoholic relative, this poem is a reminder of excessive drinking. It's an excellent poetic creation.