When Coming Poem by Olimpia Sarb

When Coming



I will silently touch
your lips
when coming,
like a butterfly
with moon wings.
And my dust chemise,
will be dissolved,
I know,
when falling off,
by speechless night desires.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly,lips,wings
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