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