A Boundless Lovers Hate Poem by Brad Kellum

The placement of her hands upon her chin.
Such sweet serenity beneath the skin.
Sublime evil plotting her divine spin.
So easily lain down thoughtless provoke.
Clutching, grabbing, patiently awaiting sensual release.
Peaceful calm ripples across my eyes.
In this last breath of life a glimpse of her milk white thighs.
A smile broadens across my face as dead still I lie.
Darkness encompassing complete, registering my defeat.
The placement of her hands upon her chin.
Staring down at her newest sin.