The Black Touch
by Errpo
Feather light
Like night’s caress
Poison in it saccharine kiss
So close as to nearly join
It’s just soft enough to miss
A tickle of the faintest kind
So sweet and oh so gentle
Like a creeping vine under
Moonlit skies and veiled clouds
From one to the next
Like some unwanted gift
Each to another
Stronger as it takes hold
In the eyes it shows
Like deathly hollows
With the light gone dim
And the hope departed
Tomorrow perhaps
Will no longer come
And today will hold no joy
Yet altogether it seethes
It’s way from boy to boy
by Errpo
Feather light
Like night’s caress
Poison in it saccharine kiss
So close as to nearly join
It’s just soft enough to miss
A tickle of the faintest kind
So sweet and oh so gentle
Like a creeping vine under
Moonlit skies and veiled clouds
From one to the next
Like some unwanted gift
Each to another
Stronger as it takes hold
In the eyes it shows
Like deathly hollows
With the light gone dim
And the hope departed
Tomorrow perhaps
Will no longer come
And today will hold no joy
Yet altogether it seethes
It’s way from boy to boy
About Errpo:
Atlanta-based freelance writer and self-proclaimed poet and lyricist.
Currently in event planning and promotions in the Atlanta area, as well as
working as a personal valet/assistant. Currently working on 3 book projects,
each markedly different from the others. 35 years young and still looking to
life for more experience to draw from and report on.
Atlanta-based freelance writer and self-proclaimed poet and lyricist.
Currently in event planning and promotions in the Atlanta area, as well as
working as a personal valet/assistant. Currently working on 3 book projects,
each markedly different from the others. 35 years young and still looking to
life for more experience to draw from and report on.
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