I plead guilty
as I stared at her
the sun touched her hair
her smile spurred my thoughts
I moved one step closerHe came over
and held her face
she smiled at him
he almost kissed herI nearly killed him–
He is her betrothed.
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
as I stared at her
the sun touched her hair
her smile spurred my thoughts
I moved one step closerHe came over
and held her face
she smiled at him
he almost kissed herI nearly killed him–
He is her betrothed.