Every day her kiss evades me:
Nothing helps- no nothing aides me-
Nothing wins me what I'm after;
Naught rejuvenates my laughter.
I might soon forget the flavor,
So my love do me a favor:
Pretend I've fallen to a serpent's bite,
And 'fore we part kiss me good night.
Adonis
{kwoo§hie}* said...
Nice! i likey. i'll be honest: you're getting better!! your metaphors intrigue me more. dangerous & beautiful!