a taste

poem by: Craig Croyle
Written on Dec 29, 2014 

mine lip,to lips,,a touch with blood.
my ,grip it slips,,who,fell in love.
metallic taste,a waste,affairs of storms.
blue of eye,and twilight,entrance so it warms.
skin so pale,horrific tail,,,,,hair entangled with night.sharp of nail,black as hell,,complete absence of light.
locks of long,a haunting song,,,icy cold of breath.
a fail of trust.turn to dust.to be so in love with death.

 

Tags: love, dark,

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