Smitten

 She flowed like a river of grace
 Until that water turned to flames
 Reversing her course of direction  
 Spilling over on my appreciation  
 
 As the taste of her brackish kiss
 And its burn lingers on my dry lips
 Much like her caustic words still do  
 Here deep within my inflamed heart  
 
 Oh how bitter a love can become
 Changing sweetness into vinegar  
 Eclipsing a sun- with true darkness
 Replacing warmth with frigidness
 
 Blind love hides the true motivation
 Of a serpents intention… until bitten
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  

8 thoughts on “Smitten

  1. It’s like a mix of dark chocolate and milk chocolate… Swirling around in my mouth. I love both. But then, it’s sweet sometimes.. Bitter other times. Hmm. I need to get an éclair now, if you will excuse me! 😉

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