I Know You Are My Ruin

Day 12 of my review of the year and a poem about giving in…

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Fénix via photopin (license) photo credit: Fénix via photopin(license)

Like pools of cooling water
Blue eyes beckon, lead me to slaughter.
Like the siren you entice me in
With those lips of sweetest poison.
Like a pillow you promise rest
If I lay my head at your breast.
I know it is ruin
To surrender to lust
But I’m just a sinner
And I need your touch.
So like wings, when your arms spread wide
Within your embrace I will come to die.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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