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Feb 13
A taste upon my lips
Fears of poison's bitter
realized

Just as forked tongues
Are cleaved in dualities
flicker

Thoughts gather
Like drops of venom
glimmering

You are a tightly
Coiled serpent who
lingers

Poised to strike a bite
At my forever-heart
wounded

I was done for
The moment I saw
danger

Never mind that
Lovely snake come
strike

A slow poison
Will eek into flesh
dying

Touch my lips
With your fervent
mouth

Taste what I taste
Poison upon my tongue
waits

Let us die
From the sweet
poison

Together
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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   Immortality
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