Amour
I washed my hair tonight
just for you to sink in his blackness
the night is our cover
hidden under her stars,
we drink the bitter sweet poison
I washed my hair tonight
just for you to play our song
attached to our most beloved comet
the evening news watched on a very blue screen
showed us how love is a tornado in spring
who cares?!
I washed my hair tonight
just for you
Keep me quiet..
Don't ask for sweet words, sweet lies...
I could ramble for hours
till my mouth gets dried up
You'll ought to cover it in kisses
just to liberate your ears
from my on going song of love
Keep me quiet
keep me just with my eyes
wide, lost in yours
Don't ask for sweet words, sweet lies
I have thousands of those
to wash your life of any pain
to sink you in a swamp of love
Don't ask for me to build new worlds...
pink, fluffy clouds
blue, circular rings of fire
rain that induce the ice cream flavor on my skin
Don't ask.. I just might...
Wine....in our bliss
Drink more wine
sip it slowly
let it slide into you
let it embrace you in its kiss
drink more wine
stare in my eyes while the warmth
starts inflaming your blood
wine in our kisses
wine in our touches
drink more wine
death, the virgin
would run away, maybe
or would she come faster to our feast
envious of our bliss?
wine in our breath
wine in our sleep
drink more wine...
Playful...
Your smooth touch...
your eye is dressing me with white feathers
slowly, slowly you're shrouding me
as a tomcat in search of a victim
You dance a mad dance on the edge of the lip
Sniffed by a hungry beast
I dare, I squeeze, I run ...
you tenderly besiege my figure
and craving, you sip the very proper prey
I...
Thousands suns seem to smile to me
Now that I give in to you,
Abandoned in...
This fall
The autumn gently drips its sunset
the sound is slightly changed
the light is sweeter, caressing even
all sharp things are getting smoother
a smell is haunting me, or just a memory
or just a vague craving for the snow...
or all are fears tattooed on my heart
where the blizzards left their mark
or even better
under my skin I found the snow man
the one and only surviver of melancholy
this fall
The autumn slightly changed my light
the silence will fill the birds' wings
soon I will hear the falling leaves
soon I will melt in the snow man within
this fall
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Iulia Gherghei, an amateur poet from Romania, graduated from University of Bucharest, Technology of information. Her poems have been published in anthologies edited by Brian Wrixon, Barry Mowles, Mutiu Olawuyi.
