Author`s Note: Please review. Any opinion is appreciated.
His rose, my wine
Most potent kiss it is our time
Threads torn, dreams released
I open his heart and mangle the seams
Scorched, marred beyond recognition
Slightest of his skin against mine makes the transition
Behind our curtain of my long hair, he breaches passage and I meet him there
Porcelain smooth, in Love by night
No clichés, just our fight
Purple stain, and the lark flies
Charring wings, the sun`s arise
Last word until my sea of green is gone…
Until the night, my Love, on and on