Open Poetry #43 |
Sinking |
A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
A sip of wine from a heart-shaped glass, This tempting intoxicating pleasure Is crimson like your blood, Cheering like the wind Of evanescent changes, And so I'm giving in. Droplets of crimson love Ruin sandy castles fast, Making this sand the bottom Of some new sea, Linking our parallel worlds, Drowning old ways and turns, Only there's no bridge back- To reality. You're indulging in this, Constantly getting much deeper. It is as sweet as a sin And as soft as a kiss. It's enough for an ocean, Yet it will never link Our made-up lands, Which makes me turn to this potion - I'm sinking again. |
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