The tentacles of my rose buds are putrefied <br />and your breath deepens on my serenade <br />like a gossamer cover of slippery promises <br />I’ve held you close in my sauntered mornings <br />and dreamy evenings taking measured strides <br />in your arms’ embrace. look me in through <br />the tinted mirrors kissing my body scents <br />like sparks of flickery flame. The fire of my lusty <br />songs haven’t melted like winter flakes, the burns <br />have deep scars of watery love. But you have tasted <br />those with your fluid songs and roughed me in. <br />downed in silken truth the eyes have gone deep <br />into the whispered nothings and your tongue placed <br />a heaven in my belly, slipping through the souled <br />kisses in and out. <br /> <br />In and out.... <br /> <br /> <br />But the tongues have met through deeper <br />fangs of poisoned truth and drunken obsession <br />and I hid the hole with my rose buds <br />of sweet tomorrows. The sleep was a lasting song <br />rolling on your body like a warm bubble bath <br />and went deeper like a sequential symphony. <br />I’m your sea draped lost mermaid <br />inhaling the kisses on the surface <br />justifying our realities like a poet, <br />painting pictures in the wind.<br /><br />Saberi Roy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winding-kisses/
