- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Death Goes Hunting
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Click hereMoonlight diffused through gossamer clouds
Sepia memories of daylight fade
Life begins at dusk, not dawn
Death goes hunting
Sculpted face and breast silhouette
Window shade meant to obscure
Privacy, her one illusion
Death is watching
Silent footfalls roar in the night
Leather gloves leave not a trace
Of unexpected company calling
Death is stalking
Brittle crack of latches snapping
Metal shriek of hinges twisting
Panicked screams like laughter feeds him
Death is preening
Unknown wonder fills his eyes
At unexpected lust so new
The perfect love for death invites
Death is waiting
Twisted, naked, life drained away
Her victim’s husk sprawled discarded
Death dare not protest her advance
Death is loving
Ivory daggers sink to the hilt
Death’s salty life she steals away
Imploring eyes meet mocking titter
Death is dying
Moonlight diffused through gossamer clouds
Sepia memories of daylight fade
Life begins at dusk, not dawn
Death goes hunting
- COMMENTS
sassynycover 15 years agothis is one of those poems that just paints itself on the screen. fantastic imagery going on here. my favorite from you, to date. looking forward to more.
LeBrozover 15 years agoThis poem has been selected for listing in Wednesday's New Poems Review.<br>
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WickedEveover 15 years agoI love dark poetry. Some great lines in this one. "Death is preening" is really good. I'm going to have to read this poem again.
