A kiss on her irresistible lips,
as I trace the birthmark on her neck.
Her mouth whispers my name breathlessly, soft as rustling leaves.
The Lusty Beast inside me opens its lecherous eyes.
Bullet rattles in my pocket.
I remember I have to kill her.
Corners of her eyes are moist with sentiments I never want to fathom.
Dramatic as always.
When she looks away, I yawn and my eyes water.
She mistakes water as tears and kisses it away.
So foolish.
Bullet rattles in my pocket.
I remember I have to kill her.
When I lie that I love her, her eyes light up in hope.
I think I would spare her.
The Lusty Beast inside me raises an eyebrow at me suspiciously.
Bullet rattles in my pocket.
I remember I have to kill her.
We lay down.
Under our sky murky with clouds of indecision.
Her fingers entwined in mine.
Her lips smile in her sleep.
As innocent as a lamb.
My pocket feels lighter.
The Lusty Beast in me cries in disappointment.
Feathers tickle my pocket.
I cannot kill her.
Hidden in the sound of her calm breathing as she falls asleep, I hear soft ticking around her.
Time Bomb in her pocket.
I never knew.
A very abstract one. A weird post where I found new meaning out of it AFTER I had written it. The Bullet specifically stands for the lust of the man who is not willing to fall in love with the girl. While he lusts for her, thinking of her as a foolish and dramatic, he eventually falls for her only to realise that she's just played along.
ReplyDeleteOr that he can't have her because she wouldn't last long any way.
- Wonderfully Weird