Dead weight.

We nearly met...leaving mere hints
of subtle reflected connections,
that longed to delicately linger.
She smiled, with no conditions;
nor hiding her near raw hunger.
Dare I admit, how I truly felt?
My torn my heart was upon her alter.

For everything was in her eyes.
From the heady intoned desire;
to a distant time etched echo
that was just longing to be free.
She was complete in her radiance...
While I...I in agony,ached to burn;
Yet not plead for my forgiveness.

We so very nearly drifted together.
Our bodies,enticed, near entwined;
I felt our heart pulses,sweat leather.
and as our tender lips, slipped long sips,
In passionate and needy expectation
I saw his nailed hard, wrapped hands,
rest about her in cold determination.

It was with a whisper and hand gesture
that made me pause, stall then hesitate.
Then with a subtle sigh and sad blush,
she hinted this was be her checkmate.
so, with night shining in her naked eye,
I watched her go... I let her die...
feeling her bullet...then sensing her dead-weight.