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.

To him...

I wanted so badly
come to you and,
with my invisible touch
feel your softening skin
and kiss your lips
with a fatal kiss,
and...
then...
disappeared like a ghost
to comeback again
in your lonely nights
with my shattered soul
and beg for your love...beg for your blood.

10 July 2005