Poetry

Tainted Perfection

written by: OurSacredHonor

This
A simple thing run
Amiss
A hit, a touching of
Lips
A bite, a tug,
A Kiss
A little twist of the
Wrist
A time, a place
A Trist
Black and white
Colorless
A look, A hook
A Fish
Baited and lured right
In
Lines and shadows
Sink
Led to water at the end of your
String
Drowning, forced to
Drink
The salt, the burn
The Sting
They said you couldn't
But you made them
Think

You are paper spilled with
Ink
Heavenly and
Artistic
Paint so wet it
Drips
Contour provides
Grip
As marks from
Fingerprints
Stain a flawless
Skin
Where do I
Begin
With this tainted
Perfection?