Dancing With Suicide - Poem by Amy Marie
You – Suicide himself –
Wrap silky hands around
My innocent hips of peach marble –
Seducing me with a million charms –
And flashy silver keys to your shiny night topless car.
Begin we to sway to music
Slow while man-made moons
Around us ring. Stand they out
As romantic lights among the
Secret Night Room.
Your loyal heart I feel on
My silky nightgown of grape purple –
And your black jacket
And pure pale collared
My sweet perfume permeates
Us – and our senses – filling
Them with Silent Flowers.
No rules are there tonight –
Just you and me – Eccentric.
Dance we by my silky bed –
Its pink – white – and gold –
Neatly folded into Softness.
My empty desk and chair
Observe for hyper fun.
We pass by my only window –
Draped in sheer white curtains
Which hang over my barren
Wooden floor – our dance floor –
Of smooth gliding and swaying.
Freedom's moon lights our way –
Spreading her shimmering beams of smiles
All over us and Secrecy is our friend.
She smiles at us – and her eyes twinkle –
While she strokes her silky blonde hair – resembling mine.
We'll tell no one – no one at all –
Of our secret affair.
You run peachy fingers through your short
Seductive blonde hair.
You – Suicide himself – smile and spin once more.
'Commit me and live' – you breathe to me –
A soft warm blanket grows within your place inside
My funneled mind.
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