Noir - Poem by Marcellino Carlo
There is beguiling call to beauty
which presents itself in a luxurious
cloak of elegant mastery. An unmatched arrogance
that oozes out of the pores of your soul
Enshrouded in night. Your dapper
wrapped in the elegant tapered three-piece.
Had I been closer, I will be closer
I would have tasted your sex.
Masked in crisp floral undertones
complimented by a whisp of cigarette
smoke. Its enticing me deeper into your
pleasure dome. Who am I to reject it?
Such death equivocated into a golden glow.
Blood stained lips, a sweet drug to which
I hungrily fiend for as though I were a slave to its famine.
Your purpose scares the colour from this secluded room
I stumble a whimper: 'I'm ready'.
A vicious lie to which the Eucharist cannot cleanse
But to lie and cheat my luke-warm soul is a price
I shall pay my femme-fatale. Lady Death
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