Poetry by Jeff Green


A knock at the door.

by cricketjeff on September 1, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I feel your clammy fingers on my spine
Your ice cold breath is breathed into my ear
You kiss my lips I just taste bitter wine
And feel my hairs start pricking with the fear

I try to run but find I’m locked in place
You hold the key and I cannot break free
Your shadow’s cast like ink across my face
You stole the light so I can never see

Before tonight we lived a life of bliss
I loved you with a heart so full of life
I only waited for the perfect kiss
Then I could ask if you would be my wife

There was no kiss police are at the door
They found you dead across your office floor

Author notes

Option 10 Sensually spooky