Janine Campbell - Wings

Worlds she crosses, in dreams, <br /> in darkness, past the light of day. <br /> If to touch you dissolves her, <br />sends her atoms into oblivion, <br />this is how she wants to die. <br />She withers, with you, <br />russet in the gathering dark <br />Dust motes catching <br />the evening’s last sunlight. <br />Falling into your caress <br />She grows young in your arms, <br />Your blood is hers, every droplet <br />fans the flames of you. <br />She rises and you with her. <br />Night’s eternal beauty, <br />silent wings on the horizon.<br /><br />Janine Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wings-14/