I have two wings.
I have two hands.
I have my big as pip world- made of wax.
I have a dry, sick heart.
I have two wings.

I want to have you every time of day and night.
Play on the skin of your stomach.
Drink your tears, kiss your eyes.
Drown within your body, take your soul.
Live in your hair, be in your ears.
Visit your hand and steal your breaths.
I want you to be mine forever.
I want to have you so I won't fall again.

I have two wings.
I have few poems.
I have a little bag of light sufferings.
I have two wings.

I want to have you here and now.
In a jacket, during the rain, in your glasses.
Pale, weak or frozen. Sweet, bitter, colorful and gray.
With an angels or with devils.
I want to have you like we have shadows.
To hide inside you
and burn under your smooth skin.

I have two wings.
I have my own Universe.
I have my faces, weaved by the air.
I have a prisoner's weary calm.
I have two wings.


by Malvina [link]