Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence
~Vesna~

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Venus de Milo

Venus de Milo

Every pore you kiss and seal.
I want to keep memory of your breath
as the last life’s souvenir.


My hair brushed with your fingers,
arranged for forever now: casually, lovingly.
Your exquisite masterpiece.


When I am the happiest I whisper:
I could die now.
Now is now darling,
you’re killing me softly with your words.


 Vesna
02.02.2014



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Vesna