the downward curl of her mocking grin
is something to be avoided:
because you’ll lose your mind, lose your heart
lose everything you ever enjoyed;
as she fills your mind, fills your soul,
fills the reason for your very breath—
and you won’t mind, because in time,
you’ll lose your fear of death.

the slight crook of her mastering finger
is the signal of abandon:
give up the dawn, give up the logical,
as respite becomes a phantom;
she is now the sun, the all wise,
the purest crystalline alkaloid—
because of those eyes, those Cupid’s bow lips,
you’ll morph into her true android.

you will know the power of the Dark Side,
now her company is all you will ever abide.


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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