Kiss

Kiss me slowly
with lips of fire
the tears are falling
in blooming pain.

The scars are twitching,
and words of salt are preaching
slowly, surely making way
to empty grey.

As slugs are coming,
the words of hope
and makes haste to stop
in broken mirrors.

The way is here,
it reaches your hands
you breath it's smoke
and lose the length.

03.07.2016 - 23:16