Friday, November 21, 2014

The Deadly Kiss Of Mistletoe

Like Hemlock to Socrates

Mistletoe carries the finest kiss of death

Its pale skinned berries ooze with poison

To the lips of the taster

This symbol of love has its own hidden danger


Doesn’t all love carry uncertainty?

When tasted for the first time?

It certainly has the potential to

Fall from your heart like these berries

To be picked up and eaten by the

Cruel hand of circumstance

By the ivory fangs of the world around you


New lovers embrace with happiness blinding their eyesight


The Mistletoe branch

Never happier


Never knowing what lies

Just under the surface  

This poem is from my book : Petals Falling

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