Diana Dinca Poet Quatern

Poison and Wine

I’ve got poison on my lips
And in my glass, red wine.
I’ve got you in my bloodstream
And this porcelain heart of mine.

I’ve got oceans in my veins
And to sail them, you alone.
I’ve got a blood-stained hurricane
And you wear my poison as cologne.

You’ve got a storm beneath your skin
And then a storm’s what you become.
I’ve got my fire to remind you
Who burned and made you come undone.


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Funom Makama March 5, 2017 at 9:46 AM You have pointed out the message so clear, poetic, original and with a fantastic imagery expression. Thank you for this lovely share friend. This is definitely a star content.

Doug Vinson February 25, 2017 at 11:08 PM Right on, Diana - compelling, good read!