Destruction (Poetry)
Lay
the soft pink of your
Destruction
across my lips,
Poison
me ‘til I’m not whole
It’s
the quickest path to death;
Escort
me down that corridor
To
the far side of a kiss
To
bliss beyond the noise
Take
away my virgin breathes,
Sweetly
kill this saintly soul.
All Rights Reserved © March 2017 John J Vinacci
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