The Betrayal

A serpent bite hard my heart

as I remember the betrayal.

The sins of the flesh and the soul

make me bleed, infernal.

Your cruel red mouth

is like a venomous rose from the mire.

No thorne go as deep as the rose's

they say love is more cruel than lust.

The serpents tongue

catch fire in a flame.

Passion slayes

with unexpected pain.

The sweet poisonous kiss

has a subtile aftertaste of death.

In a chamber of thine

the sins becomes prayers.

On a bed of torment

the pain melt to tears.

Languishing wet eyelashes arises

as I bleed internal.

Bloodstains leave a trail on the blossoms

in the garden where hands reach heaven from hell.

Poetry by Elise
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Written on 2009-10-30 at 20:51

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Maria Christina
You share your heartbreak with us so explicity that memories of our own encounters flood our hearts & minds. We immediately commiserate with you, & make us want to hug you.

Judas kiss, the feeling of betrayal is so painful and your poem is indeed beautifully portrayed.

P K Padhy
The poem reflects the anxiety with use of similes and images.The flow of agonised feeling is poetically well crafted.

Dr P K Padhy, India