Weave me <br />into your splendid colours <br />and infuse me <br />in your delusions <br /> <br />With the vehemence <br />of a sleeper <br />throw in the fire <br />of your leonine grace <br /> <br />I am an empty cup <br />and my spirit yearns <br />for the intermittent light <br />of a dreamy flight <br /> <br />I long for a kiss <br />under twilit canopies <br />and sepulchral mist, <br />I long with a sibilant fist <br /> <br />And for every <br />unreciprocated tremble <br />I strop the scythes <br />of my death even sharper<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-long-for-a-kiss/
