His eyes are cappuccino-colored,
and his lips have a taste of snow.
I kissed him once. (It was winter).
He replied. (It was a stranger).
Now I'm another one. Different.
My hands are the flock.
Before I knew him, I was a snowman -
child of a sun ray. And spring.
Then he burned me. Like fire.
And I became summer. August shrank.
I made my way to hell. Summer Drug
on his skin - thousands of needles.
I hit them in his soul. Bottoms Up.
Getting them out would be a sin.
With my breath I bandaged him. Recklessly
the wind was scattered over his palms.
And my storms ... quietly sigh
on his winter.
He is here.
Now is only mine. And he loves me.
After this verse we go south ...
Goodbye and Kisses ...
