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The Kiss of Death
The Kiss of Death
The Kiss is still ringing
On in my head.
To end up with darkness
Chained to my bed.
The sunset flickers over
Closed curtains.
The world reflected by green, tinted light.
The darkness spreads its wings
Over everything out there and in here.
, it’s another poem about Death.
Just as I thought I was catching my breath-
From when you crashed into me and took all of
My sin.
And now there’s nothing left inside.
To come and take me now that I’m off in my dance and heart.
Hoping with all my breath that she’ll be outstanding.
, it’s another poem about Death.
Another poem held close to my chest.
As I leap from my bed and pull back my chains,
Screaming, crying.
My chains finally break and I feel their release.
But deep down, the kiss still rings.
Because you can’t have summer without the rain.
And I am the rain but I am the sun.
Which will you get from me?
The bittersweet tea from Death lasts forever-
The kiss still rings.
To end up with me,
Escaping my bed.
Copyright ©
Sylvia Lupien
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