There's no love lost between the satin sheets.
An infatuation infection.
Stand cheek-to-cheek, hand-in-hand, hip-to-hip.
The world is only ending here.
Apocalypse lovers.
A contest entry
- prompt inspired, 5 lines by Grey Mouser.
450 points, ended February 19, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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simple and direct. and the second to the last line, i read it three times. the word 'only' in that sentence hit me hard for some reason. and the title was excellent
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Interesting thoughts of time standing still in a moment, as the veil draws to a close. Well written and thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser
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