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
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.
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