TWO LIPS
Two red lips,
two fierce desires,
That stole my breath,
quenched all my fires—
They kissed,
then vanished in the night,
Like ghosts ascending into light.
Two lips like blood,
two flames so wild,
They touched, my senses they beguiled.
They stirred my thirst with cruel delight,
They cursed my heart, they blurred my sight.
They poisoned thought, then slipped away—
Exiled, like dreams at break of day.
Two crimson lips, a fatal grace,
On a timeless woman’s face—
You tore my heart, without a sound,
You stole my spring, so rich, so round,
And left no joy to call my own…
Just red-hot memory turned to stone.
English translation
taena
20.05.25
