Love Poem: Crime of Passion

Crime of Passion

"Murder me" she whispered ...

     Lips pressed to my nape, nipping skin
          For her betrayal of husband and family meant as much
              We both knew the sacrifices, and accepted the cost that instant
          Then, and for the scandalous times to come
     She was lost to me - straddling, pressing - and I lost in her

So rooted that I was becoming her, in flesh

     Nothing mattered anymore but passion and its pyre
          Burning all in its wake, all that had mattered ... 'til then
              It was a horrid thing for her to say, to place in such dire phrasing
          Yet it was ALL that I wanted, needed, cared to hear
     "Murder me" she whispered again, pressing down ...

"For I am nothing now ... but yours."





~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Strand Special 3, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Writing Challenge 4, May 2019, No Placement" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.

* This poem was N/A'd on April 26, 2019 in the "April 2019 Premiere 9, Any Theme, Any Form, Up To A Max Of 14 Lines" Poetry Contest. *