Assassin

The spoken word
Heard
With soft lips
She stirred

She trickled

She dripped
Emulsifying
She slipped
                In to my Heart
                Panting with Love
                                Assassinating
                                Dismembering
                                My brain

The death of control
                Took hold of me
                Flaying its arms about
                Grasping for Life
                                Gasping for minute bubbles of doubt from which it could breathe
                There were none
               

It fell dead

                Disappeared

When the struggle cleared
I was alive...and wet from the sweat of her skill

I remain, ever grateful for Life, in awe of her mysteries,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist