Saturday, October 22, 2005

WINGLESS

He kissed me like an angel
on the lips and cheeks
but was a venomous kiss.

Gradually I tasted the lust
that was flaming inside me
sharp as a dagger.

When i rose again
from the ashes
I realised , I was wingless.

And, like the winter
covered dead leaves, with his mantel
I was covering the feathers of my wings.
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