Erika Conti


Turn Gold Into Red - Poem by Erika Conti

Turn Gold into Red


Grapes of hundreds golden jewels from the ceiling
shining cold
and you want to turn gold red
dark pulp sweet passionate true red
descending by the mouth of the silver snake
i brought you gifts of freedom
just believe in the joy of my smile
when our eyes meet and our hearts pump in the mysteries of our lives.
waiting darling
waiting
waiting my lovely for your blinding sky light.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 26, 2011


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