by Halina Poswiatowska
in your perfect fingers
I am only a shiver
a song of leaves
under the touch of your warm lips
your fragrance irritates - it says: you exist
your fragrance irritates - it takes the night away
in your perfect fingers
I am the light
I shine with green moons
above the dead darkened day
suddenly you know that my lips are red
- with salty taste the blood flows up
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Last updated January 14, 2019