( In memory of the victims of coronavirus)
Silently she walks in
To your domain
With a strain in hand
Her alluring fragrance makes
You teary, nose slimy, throat choky
Temperature rises…
She held you captive,
For a moment, then leaves
A sprig in your hand
To baton on…
A melodrama perhaps?
Or a quaint love story?
She knows
That you will do anything for her
As you hung on the cliff
Circumambulating and spinning
Softly she ushers, your mind over
Into the vortex of deep slumber…
No harness, no more sprig
No one knows your secret affair
With that lady who veils your night
A kiss and your mind soothes
A blanketed reflection
Of pale regret
The lady is wicked
She’s a silent killer
No more said.
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