She puckered her lips
Passionately she placed on mine
And in the folds of time
I have lost myself
Rubbing my eyes opened to what
Is past or what is right?
As if I have lived my prime
In her warm rosy breath,
Embraced, loved and forgiven
In the chills of winter vibes
Layered with her scent of skin
I survived.
And there in her premises
I thought I nearly died;
Oh how she looked at me!
Or how I looked at her!!
She with her closed eyes
Those lethal lips she did pout
Still stick to mine
I witness my rise and fall
In the same moment, under one sky
Her beautiful locks held my hope,
She took my breath away
As I wish to ascend as a more human tonight.
© Written Frames, 2017