mistress heroin
did she call out your name, in dulcet tones
and tell you, that she loved you?
did she follow you into the streets,
in the dark of night,,
so you wouldn’t have to be alone?
did she hold you so close,
that you forgot to breathe??
or did she suck you in-
and steal your life,,
that night that you joined the ghosts?
did she assume her place
in the sequence of your life?
or did you disappear into hers-
as you grafted her, into your vein,,
and succumbed, to her everlasting embrace?
as you suckled her breast, did it ever occur
that you would die before you were calved?
that you would never grow old
that you would draw your last breath,,
but never exhale,, her sweet scented myrrh?
when at last, the two of you became,, fatally entwined
did she then reveal, her true self to you?
and as you looked upon her, that first time-
was she in fact, your beloved dulcinea,,
or a cold, dead, skeletal rind?
by: paisley
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May 6, 2008 at 3:27 pm
Wow… very powerful imagery. The picture goes perfectly with it, too.
May 6, 2008 at 3:47 pm
Jesus! Will have to chew on this awhile. You never fail to dazzle…
May 7, 2008 at 2:21 am
Wow….this will make my weenie poems, seem like whiny weenie poems. Poem, picture, all in all, too sweet. Speachafreakingless.