All the World

Her eyes were a deep blue,
They were like sirens,
Calling out to you.
Stare too long and they may pull you under,
Even while drowning, you would have proclaimed it
The sweetest death.

Or maybe you preferred to choke on
The wisps of honey in her hair,
Perhaps slip and fall off
Her sloped cheeked bones.
The most dangerous of all,
A bright red warning,
To feel her lips poison you.
Through it all, you would welcome death,
If it meant a chance to be poisoned again.

You looked and noticed,
It’s as if all the world
Was on her face.
And in it,
A million little deaths.