among night shadows, your fugitive silhouette <br />of resplendent beauty I quest <br />with dancer's grace you traverse the midnight mist <br />leaving me intoxicated by the trail of your scent <br /> <br />the morning-after, resigned to reminisce <br />about your lips of wine that mine thirst to kiss <br />wishing I had rather died by the poison of your tongue <br />than to agonize by my own wants reflected in your eyes <br /> <br />but to die there - on your bosom <br />with my hand reaching out for yours <br />a moment of resurrection never to forget <br />in exchange for a lifetime of pains forever to regret <br /> <br />shall I not succumb to your caress? <br />shall I, beloved mine, my furtive feelings not confess?<br /><br />Marco Antonio Solano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drops-of-wine/
