My Guarding Angel’s kiss
Is a sweet perfect sweet mist
Of honey
Hard liquor
Hugs
And Holy water.
I consume her cautiously
Her sensual celestial vapors,
Are righteous fumes of absinthe
Ripping into my born again lungs.
A dangerous liason
But I’m careful
Taking her too deeply
Destroys
Her magic,
Her sacredness.
It can take from you things
You'll never get back.
So I clear my throat
Silently with a pensive prayer
Crossing myself twice
Just to be safe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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