The Wet Wings Of Angels Poem by Sanja Lukic

I disappear into the stardust of the night.
your kiss is honey in a honeycomb.
you are a small eternity woven from passion.
Can I pay the bill at dawn I will fall.
His hands hold me.
That gold ring.
Bathed in his kisses,
my dreams are made of glass.
Kiss me Jaanu (my other half) while the heart is blind in the powerless clutches of love.
My kisses are left on your shoulder.
The wet wings of angels now worn by hungry eagles.
Above the river, the moon hides its eyes,
I fell asleep in your heart.