A Truthful Lie.
Tortured bodies
leaving
wasted sentiments
struggle to
meet.
The silent prayer
issued from
before
inciting
the trembling
being
to
scream
for release.
Tightened
muscles
inflict
their strained
desire to
climb
to other
heights.
Leaving
our breath
hanging on
deaths
wish
we
disappear
with the
night.
© David English July 14th 2002.
Blue Eyes..
Your skin once so
fair
now laced
with red
Your once
blue eyes
iced
with deaths regard
Your
last breath
as I
withdrew
the finely honed
blade
from your
spreaded thighs
The smile
I thought I’d
seen
Then
the silence of
your muted
lips as you
thanked
me for
your
release.
David English © July 1st 2002.