fireball at skyfall
by milla h
Posted to Poetry on 2003-03-03 09:47:00
Death of a lover?
Weeping lids and failing lips,
we paddle through
birds flight
to
broken wing.
A night spun game.
I hold you
happy
you hold me
so happy.
The wonders of a skin dream!
Smiled.
Only to return to force,
its a battle till skyfall!
My fireball,
your spear
or the pain of red silence.
And an aching twisted stomach.
To your beautiful back
i bestow upon,
with fragmented joy
and leeched kisses.
A wish.
A last minute,
breathed in.
Frustrated out.
Open newspaper
and i left.