She Is Playing Misty With Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not mean that this fling
can cling
and hurt, it started as a minor poem
in my heart
and then she swallowed love hook, line and sinker,
taking this bait, he thought he loves her,
it does not work that way
for something deeper than a mere
poem of the minor category
the mist is being played
and the fatal attraction grows
into a murderous affair, and she might be there holding a knife
and Alex comes to the scene and finding her
shoots her with a gun.

she bathes in her own blood, the police came again at the late hour
of the night.

God! thanks it is just another nightmare.
I wake up and take a glass of ice cold water.

I need to go back to sleep again.