Drops Of Wine

among night shadows, your fugitive silhouette
of resplendent beauty I quest
with dancer's grace you traverse the midnight mist
leaving me intoxicated by the trail of your scent


the morning-after, resigned to reminisce
about your lips of wine that mine thirst to kiss
wishing I had rather died by the poison of your tongue
than to agonize by my own wants reflected in your eyes


but to die there - on your bosom
with my hand reaching out for yours
a moment of resurrection never to forget
in exchange for a lifetime of pains forever to regret


shall I not succumb to your caress?
shall I, beloved mine, my furtive feelings not confess?



Marco '95

 

I hope you did confess yourself after such statement. Marco, again you give us all a wonderful and singular creation, I loved the start, it is elegantly crafted, other verses are equally as fair.

Greetings!