The Kiss of Death

You’re the
queen
of whimsy
A wanton
whore
A mystical
mystery
A tease encore

A pristine
wave
A wicked tide
Who seeks to
ravage
then toss
aside

One day
my caution
will stop making
sense
My love for you
will abandon
defense

That day
your
kiss of death
will lace my
lashes
And
crumble me
to dust
and ashes

— Puja Bhakoo