Sunday, May 24, 2009

Dragon

You,
with your ardent beauty,

a distant shiver the heaven scent,
dragon kiss in the fire strorm.


Then snow on my lips,
and the emptiness hit me

in an endless nightmare.

Someday,
I will feed from you,
drink your venom,
and through your memories
I will reborn.


Your ashes are mine,
like mine are yours.

Just give to me
the sweetest death
and never think again,
give it, now for forever.


© Diana Mistera 2009


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