• roxana91 9w

    Thin lips

    I spilled my blood on the inkwell
    To contour your thin lips.
    From the reflection of my shadow,
    I made for you a coat,
    To protect your tender flesh.

    I shed tears in my pen
    To rinse your eyes in the morning.
    From your smile I made a bridge,
    To reach happiness through my salty smiling.

    I poured my thoughts over your pinched lips,
    Healing them with my warm breath.
    I left your hand in my palm,
    Catching your fingers between my tired flesh.

    I let my voice read you stories,
    Pouring my love into your veins.
    I spilled my blood on the inkwell
    To contour your thin lips.
    ©roxana91