Vanilla Damnation
21st Century
Stanger, We've met before
At least a hundred times
In the produce aisle of my head.
I know you.
You smell of vanilla,
You taste of blood.
Are you perhaps the sweet prince of light
and salvation?
Or perhaps just another stairway
Into the darkness of my long corrupt soul?
Mine eyes be the gateway to our damnation,
For I love thee already.
DayPoems Poem No. 1728
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1728.html">Vanilla Damnation by Zachary Bosch</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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