Noxious

As usual the name I've chosen hints only to the feeling of the poem I wrote, give it a chance. It's up to you. The reader.

Don’t touch me you will die

Don't touch me I will die

You see my dear

 My skin is merely the vessel of the poison I harbor

The slow torture Lithium

Yet, this risk you are willing to take will not subside the love I’ am willing to fake

Lure you like a lowly serpent

An entrapment that will last endless lifetimes

But first the feeling of being a hopeless keepsake will enthrall you

The dance of Alcohol and Chloroform

Naive hopes to jump start a non-existent heart overwhelm you

Fighting for a mere moment of control, you desire to dictate my air

But a silent toxic has no ruler

The art of Carbon Dioxide

Apparent mystery intrigued you

My thievish smile lured you too the kiss that entrapped you

Yet, my breathe in all its glory will poison you

If not with words, silence, a simple look, or a violent sigh

Will cut loves eye.

1/1/2013

Kat-JW

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

"A verbal art like poetry is reflective; it stops to think. Music is immediate, it goes on to become." --The Dyer's hand, pt.s 8 "Notes on Music and Opera (1962)