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a deep violet memory of danger

Poetry By: Keisha Gamman

a poem about the allure of poisons

Submitted:Jan 31, 2013    Reads: 25    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

altIt was

I promise

an accidental meeting

. . . our meeting was an accident

Layers later

reincarnation, many lifetimes later

and you still know who I am

I, unabashed, enticed your lips to the nape of my neck

cold and solid, a heavy scent

pure desire to the core

You would do good to stay away

if only I were not that extra added dimension

Of bittersweet a screaming, electric flavor

Of satisfaction a relentless, pacing restlessness

Be grateful, my love,

For the glass that seperates us

A poison is a poison is a poison

No matter how fondly it is recalled

No matter how much you enjoy hating it

No matter how severely it burns you (not to have it)

A poison, is a poison, is an ambivilent







That loves

To watch

You writhe


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