Hemlock

The night was old, sans us; we’re buried within ourselves-

We met after decades, the definite cause for the arousal (and virility);

A night of talks, old memories and kisses…

Garbs flew while she pushed me hard-onto the pillows;

Eyes like a predator, she snatched everything from me.

I was hers as she was mine…

Misty, deceptive and cunning as ever, I let myself be taunted-

By her, you and me-one entangled mass,

Foreplay is not an option here, never was…

Her nails dug deep, my bare skin bled,

She was satiated.

I was hers as she was mine…

The morning dawn kissed her whole, my babe in golden,

I contemplated her, devoured her fleeting vision with everything at my disposal,

Between fits and hallucinations, I saw her pass away.

She was long gone, leaving me impregnated with her thoughts…

“See you someday” somewhere her epitaph reads-

I was hers as she was mine…