White Wings Poem by Afit Riawan

White in glamour
A grande flour
The teeth is A
How to read your lips?

Warrior of altars
A thousands stars
The nose is she
How to reach power breathes?

GMT;
GMT.

To stop remembering your smile;
I feel like to crush my head.
You are the lady at grade A.
You will send me to the grill.

Let's eat chocolate-almond!
Leave it on the sweet-teeth!
As I'm playing game chess, you are diamond.
And like cooling mist, admirably fleet.