She kills me
Perfection’s pain overwhelms me
Runs through my veins
Its acid qualities burning my soul
The plan is flawed
But the thought remains
Like the result
Hung
Yellow eyed
Hovering
Waiting for the kill
Jamaica smile beguiles
As hand on knee
Another me
Takes the prize
And I
Pass a guilty smile
To no one
Regret twitches a nervous foot
My disappointment settles
In the sparkle of her eyes
Later
The brush of a thigh
By the lightest touch of finger
Hints at what could have been
Another time
Cries another maybe
As her Jamaica smile stretches itself once more
For someone else
A careless flick of her hair
Stirs a burning desire
To hold
To never let go
Later
Much later
Home alone
She draws her smiling knife
From its sheaf in my memory
Slays me again
Her Jamaica smile
Closing my eyes
Bleeding tears on my pillow
The dark struggles to free me
She refuses me release
I curse the architects of her Jamaica smile
For their denial
Of my dream
Close remains
but
Not close enough
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