lover's tibute

posting for MAGPIE TALE 61

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/04/mag-61.html

The red tell tale smudge of her lips

is still vivid, on her night escapade,

reciting a story.

When she is long gone

I stealthily, treading softly,

take the glass in my trembling palm

kissing those lipstick marks furtively.

My heart is numb

and I lie helpless

in intoxication

tasting you

the kiss.

my death in her hands

or is it my reality

my nectar for life?

Her coquettish beam

launches fire in a lover’s heart.

But still
falsity on her and
those slouching pledges,

the wreck and debris

of forged assure;

a void and

an uncanny emptiness

and then

among the mourning

I see her dead;

sulking and pouting

navigating tragedies

she becomes pale

and then on that fateful day

I see her dead.

Now,
in my far away lonely corner
I remember

alluring lotus, magic casement

In which lies

my strength and my joy

and now I am in love with death

in my pensive mood

my tribute,

and my heart

is intoxicated again.