EEk, this is the first poem i have submitted in a LONG time. Im not sure why im submitting this one...i wrote it very quickly. I just like it, i guess. Be kind guys. Constructive i can take but dont be mean XD. It's a bit specific, so i'll understand if you dont get all of it.
Belladonna
Though sweet to the taste,
sweet by nature you are not.
A rising pulse which flutters
like a moth’s drumming wings
before feebling into extinction.
Oh Belladonna,
Why do you wreak such revenge?
Your violet trumpets
should erupt a warning fanfare
of the fever, the frenzy and the fret,
not tempt me with tales
of irresistibility,
brightened eyes and
a siren’s call.
Instead, my widening eyes go black,
catch shadows morphing into
pale kings and princes,
who howl late warnings
through stretched and starved lips.
a fever draws,
no words can escape.
These eyes,
which hoped to entrance,
freeze in a widened convulsion.
My lover’s name dries on my parched lips.
I take your violent hand,
and with laughter
you lead me to emptiness.
