This is a little something I have never done before. Poetry. Free-verse poetry.I thought it up while I was lying in hospital with traumatic fever. I hope you will like it, please review and let me know what you think.

Kismet

A drop of sweat forces its way on your body, and I watch my hand smear it slowly

In your eyes, the fire is vibrating, pushing me higher and higher

I watch your face as you fight your battle,

As the silhouette melts into passion, and I lose the image from my eyes

You are untrue, you are evil, you are two-faced, you are beautiful

Somehow, I drowned in the tears that I cried

What happened to the frail figure who handles words poorly?

The eternal battle I have lost

Only your scent is mine to own

You are untrue, you are evil, you are two-faced, you are beautiful

And in the end, I abandon my desperate need

For in the darkest hours all I tried is to endure

I strain and enjoy the twinge

I desire awkwardly as by this small death I am swept away…

You are untrue, you are evil, you are two-faced, you are beautiful…