Tonight I'll take your
Hands in mine, taste
Your lips a thousand
Times till flames ignite
Us both, holy pilgrims
Worshipping each other
As shrines, I let you speak
Words only I can hear in
Silence while others cannot
I shall give you the satisfaction
Of such a sweet delight, my heart
Has not felt a wound since you
Wandered into the temple that
Is I, my eyes have not seen a
Beauty as pure as yours, I find
No fault in your eyes, your heart
Nor in your soul, God forbid the
Meriad of sins humans take the
Wonderful pleasure in meeting
I take a pinch of salt between my
Fingers, you have been cleansed
I will take an eternity to make
Your lips form a smile until you
And I die.
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Sad Girl
PoesíaPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
