Burning Papers-love poems

Snake

She poisons me when her divined lips meet mine,
Wraps me between the tensions of her tails,
Paralyzes my bones, and breaks the tubes of my windpipe,
A grip of a snake that haunts for its victims,
Feeds on the streams of my bloods,

O'how much do I…urge your poisons?
like the moon orbiting the sanity of plants,
Like the air that thrusts my hearts,
O' darling intoxicate me with your passions,
Suffocate me in your books,
for a death that would make me alive,

Murder me between the moisten of your lips,
Choke me, and lay me down on your shoulders,
Induce me with your delicate infected skins,
and swallow my restless body into yours.