Infernal Coin

Sci fi/Fantasy image by

Thomas Doneske

Flame and burgundy curtains flicker, Swirl in a salty breeze Nearly as soft and warm As the pillows we lie on.   Beneath a window open to night, And rhythm of ocean breaking onto violet sand, The smoke of my cigarette mixes With lavender perfume of a just lit candle.   In the dancing orb of velvet light Sight intoxicates my soul With fluid curves of a lascivious bottle.   I drink your champagne skin, Your parted lips a vin noir, And never forget the bitter taste of your chardonnay eyes.   Closing my eyes, I inhale with laudanous feeling, And my senses succomb to the best things of temporal design Providence offers a man who shamefully cares For little more than opulent existence.   My life may be costly, But  a whore can purchase my worthless soul, It matches the value of my will, And my choices.   Poem by me. Just for clarification, it's not autobiographical.  


Published More than a year ago

Category Mythology



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