Kiss of Death

 

 

By Jean Bush

 

She comes on sunset colors

Rocking in his head.

A dark and shimmering shadow

Like lace across his bed.

 

Beside the narrow window

The night takes up her form.

She takes his hand and beckons him

To ride the coming storm.

 

Frosty fingers touch his arm;

Her words a woman’s lies.

He looks into her smiling face

And knows he’s going to die.

 

She steps back through the window,

The stars their courses stopped.

His fate is fixed, she calls his name.

He leaps and drops the fatal drop.

 

The gathered crowd made judgment fast,

As sun poured light across the sky.

They saw love’s smile upon his lips

But called it suicide.