Suicidal....No Bloody Chance!

Took two of them to make this nest.
The nest of vipers.
Embroiled in asp venom.
As Cleopatra greeted death.
Death is in this place.
He and she declined death's most frantic kiss.
Him was Mr,
She was Miss.

Two of them too much regret.
The flaming charring of the insular beings.
Charming.
Incredible.
Meaning freedom.
Freedom to live and write on.
My lady reduces the subtle risk of suicide.
When her body lays beside.
Her  sparkling golden Nile.
May mother of the world,
Beau soleil.
Beat her fiery retreat.
In a blistering ignition.
Sparks of two.
Among but few.
The lucky ones.
Those survivors.
The ones whose maladies.
Destroyed suicide's fatalistic kiss!

Copyright Olivia Kent 14/12/13