Tuesday, August 16, 2011


Your glorious eyes

reflected the evil of a million yesterdays,

in front of me

an eternity of bliss,

a million lifetimes of pleassure

a torment forged by million deaths.

A forbidden dream

in which

all your secret desires

become exciting possibilities

and your voice

the scream of my consciousness.

© Diana Mistera 16.08.2011
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