Σάββατο 4 Νοεμβρίου 2023

Your Eyes

I recognized it as a feeling 

I felt it inside me, It tasted rose with blood. 

"I am melting among your eyelids".

You're hitting me ruthlessly. 

On every close I'm not breathing. 
You open them and I breathe.

So sweet is this pain 

Addictive still 

And I'm so weak 

That I pleasantly die.

(Winter)