This poem starts out being tender, with descriptions of innocent, loving, giving kisses...and then rather frightening when you realise that all of them together can be likened to the life-taking cut of the metal later. I love how you've achieved that: especially the one-word description of each kiss, before explaining who (or what) it comes from. Kudos!

I really like how you relate the act of cutting to the inccoent word "kiss" which would normally inspire romantic notions-not grisely images.

Gorgeous job. I wish you delved deeper into this-you could take it so many places. What about the kiss of death?

Love, Alice

Oh, darling, I seem to be on your favorites list. I'm not sure why-was it an accident? If not, how have I managed to attain such a high level of popularity? Please, just clarify the situation for me.

♥ Alice

lol...I'm going to have to take the same reaction as Darkened1 on this one too. Very dismal endpoint. Very good with words too. Heehee...If I could ever write poetry...I won't get into that because I can't. Good stuff.

wow... do you ever just leave it on a happy note? (stupid question, I know the answer)