Thread: Poison Kiss; Gestures of Romance

She came in and suddenly
made it hard to breath.
She made me want to touch
and to get involved

Those unnamed feelings hiding
had quickly earned a name.
No longer simmering underneath
they marched to the surface

She always made a move
but only went halfway,
left that lingering instance
where I was in control

Before I seized the chance
she flew away again.
Only to come back
with her poison kisses

She breaks me day by day
Until I could be nothing.
Yet she picks me up again
with a fleeting smile

As time passes
we will grow apart.
(But) Until I am truly nothing,
her lips will be there, gesturing.

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Well, another /love/ poem put forth for examination. Hopefully this one has flow or rhyme/rhythm... or both><>

So as they say, enjoy.