Thief Of Air Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Thief Of Air



Red;
The vivid sanguine,
Dreary lips of yours.
Blushing to the touch,
That the gentle skin
Is sent to cure.

In sphered in rough pillows,
Suffocating, taking the air
From my scope of choice.
Not in suffering-
Leaking the heart of precious,
And yet unwanted air.

Taking what was once
Mine,
And turning all thy
Breathing air,
To thine.

Friday, July 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Jorge Alexandre

Jorge Alexandre

Peniche, Portugal
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