I want to hold your hand,
though your hand is poison.
When we grasped each other
so long ago,
I almost died at your touch.
My hand is longing for yours
to be enclosed in mine.
But if we do,
I will surely die.
My hand aches
for the caress of yours.
But my brain
is clashing
with my heart and my hand.
But looking into your eyes,
I see nothing
but hope
for our life.
My hand reaches out,
and rests gently on yours.
Your fingers
delicately curl around mine.
I know I am dying.
Our lips meet,
for the last kiss,
and I slip away
into darkness.
I fall,
but you cradle me
in your arms,
and cry.
Author notes
Option 4, "I want to hold your hand,though your hand is poison".
A contest entry
- Options For Those In Search Of Something New #2 by kitsmith.
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Comments
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You took it very literal, which is cool. There was still love, though she could easily have been evil (like Poison Ivy, which is who I thought of through this piece)
Thank you for entering.
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