Pretty wide-eyed little thing
yet a canker deep within
sugar coated killer bee,
thy guile reveals too true to me.

I greet ye out consuming dream
my loving friend thou art indeed.
Ye done crafted me the perfect sting
I call thee out with a plotted script.

Lips glossed in choicest honey,
yet therein lay thy poison kiss.
And thy bosom calls to wanton sleep,
but wisdom beckons and I leave.

With smiles we meet, in tears of bliss
yet not one gesture either means
Thy hug is napalm to my skin
gift of ashes wrapped in silk.

Ye chose me wrong thy next victim
calamity clothe in heavenly mink
the look on you,
O so naive
yet my very soul do ye solicit.


NEX.

gee thanks. Most people find it offensive. My ex girl friend said I was referring to her, and I can't deny that I wasn't.

Beautifullly crafted . . . i just love the blend of ancient, pre-historic civility and pure neo-anglo vocab. gives your poem a generous tinge of "exoticism"!

Denex, I DOFF MY HAT . . . you be tha MAN   

Okay, thanks you guys. I really haven't written anything spectacular in the past 2 years. I'll drop some other stuff I've got.