Posted in Prose, Relationships

An Oleander for Your Hair

“Nerium”, I said passionately

to her

“I love the way your Oleanders

blossom”, thinking

that is what she wanted to hear?


“Poisonous, you know?”

she said, squeezing the last drops of sap

into my drink,


“Coma first, with death to follow”, she whispered

in my ear,


I knew then, it was special

what we shared together……



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