My newest love poetry

Wings

 

I raise my swollen eyes to reach your sight,
I try to guess the song that's in your head,
I'm only thinking
Of how I will dream of you tonight,
While looking through the window from my bed,
As always drinking
Plum wine with morning flavor from the glass
You drank from when you came and made my day,
This way it's better.
I scan and gather moments due to pass,
I rhyme the words I cannot simply say
And write a letter.
We all are fallen angels with one wing,
We fly once flesh and souls do entwine,
Let's come together.
A wing is frail, but never ever think
I'll let you fall - I'll gladly give you mine
If yours lacks feathers.

 

One Moment

 

The imprints of your fingers
Have marked a half-full glass.
The sentiment still lingers,
The moment's due to pass.

 

Your glance can still appear
In my Campari drink
Like blood that's mixed with tears,
Or passion's scarlet ink.

 

My hand's already missing
Your gentle velvet skin.
My heart is reminiscing
The sweetest little sin -

 

The dream that made my morning.
Your arms, your voice, your lips
Discover space for yearning...
I'd better go to sleep...

 

Crimson And Black

 

I'd sell my heart in paperback,
In verses for perverts to read.
The crimson lines look good on black,
Just like the world behind my lids.

 

For crimson is my poisoned blood
You'd never want to mix with yours,
For black is my denying heart
That's stained with lies and dead remorse.

 

Erase my love and drain my mind
Until my memory is void,
I want to be completely blind
To every trifle I enjoyed.

 

Your gentle touch is like a burn -
I play pretend I'm fine with heat.
I've reached the point of no return,
I find my peace in self-deceit.