Dying In Public Poem by Ted Sheridan

Dying In Public

Rating: 5.0


She places a strategic
well placed kiss
on the back of my neck
injecting me with
tranquil poison
just the perfect dose
to keep me comatose
while she devours
all my love.....
Men are the food of gods.....

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Siney 24 October 2008

Interesting last line in this one. The subtext is delicately showered and I liked that. Your style intrigues me Ted.

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Dee Daffodil 12 February 2007

Ewwww...she sounds like a 'Black Widow'....yuck! ! Great poem though! ! Hugs, Dee

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