Fingers slowly brushed my skin...
As the light gradually dimmed.
The wind against my cheek,
The blood pulsed within my wrists.
The sweat from the kiss,
As my lips met his.
I felt warm, but now dry...
By that moment, I wanted to cry.
The warmth bequeath to cold,
Like copper never turned to gold.
Slowly he closed his eyes,
Together with my dreams turned to majestic lies.
Black is the new red,
"Love", the last word he said.
Until I realized, I lost...
And saw him dead.
*according to Charis Cauyao, this is X-RATED.
ang green nya kasi...for me, this is ART BABEH.
LITERATURE ART...MY ORIGINAL.
-S.Reyes
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