An Assassin’s Love
A Tribute to Robert Ludlum.
Silence shrouds her presence
The lonely pulse runs quick
Weapons at the ready
Guided by logic
.
It may be thought bold
Moving through the night
With icy heart so cold
To crush right with might
.
Does her target sense her?
Now his end is near
To your feet now, slowly
Whispered in his ear
.
Arresting tender gaze
Quickening blood flow
Surprising human warmth
Halts the fatal blow
.
On her waist he places
Passionate strong hands
Feverish tension rising
Love in dangerous lands
.
Unspoken words proclaimed
Holding back the kill
Feelings unexpected
His breath inciting thrill
.
He stares down the barrel
Does she take the shot?
Potential for true love?
No, it’s probably not.
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Serenity Kaye
Fellow word-wrangler and creator of plot twist, perpetrator of missed typos, and run-on sentences. Barreling forward with the attention span of a squirrel, fueled by coffee and illusions of grandeur.
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