I took your look as a kiss.

I felt the green poison flowing
through my veins and being
carried throughout my slim,
uninterested body.  

The language of her look left
me reeling and reaching for
poles covered in grease from
the night before.

Suicides are redundant when
love gets in between unwanted
goals and something new.
It's dark enough in this room

not to care for death tonight.
Her body speaks of adult matters
to a hidden child inside.
Rip me open and devastate me.

It's as good a night as any for sin.
Let the Nile River flow out of me
and into your taboo cavern.
This secret cannot escape our tongues.

To be sure of it, lets wash it down
with ***, whiskey, and gin.
This kind of love is not kind in
the soul of the word.

Your look may be poison, but
my words are what is left
in between regret and suicide.
I now know that your kiss is sin.