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Elizabeth Feb 2012
Venomous
As you poison me
Intoxication at best
Sickiningly sweet
Surprisingly sour
To differentiate between the two is impossible, drugged by your painfully soft

Lips that inject me with these
Salivating neurotoxins
Numbing mind, body, and soul
Penetrating deep layers of

Skin so comfortable as my form molds against yours
Feathery whispers surrounding my ear while

Kissing slowly, silently
In a sublime fashion as darkness forms to daylight, and daylight turns to midnight

Time means nothing here
Very proud of this one because you can read it two different ways: As one poem, or each section (including the first word of the next section) can basically be read as a poem by itself
She is beautiful.
She sits alone, solitary.
Fragrence flows from her flesh,
yet she still sits, breathing the air of the valley.

Delicate she is,
her petals billow in the wind.
She is perfection.
A lie could never fall from her tounge.

Xochitl, flower.
Flower...
shes so sickiningly sweet.
Delicate, sweet, perfect.

When she bloomed she sung.
A magestic hymn that rung through the valley.
One day she'll wilt, her petals falling to the ground.
One day her song will stop.

— The End —