Friday, 19 April 2013

Heralds our sin

Let me go tonight,
We'll fly higher than these city lights,
And I'll know I can make it,
If I dared to try,
Let these wings do their job,
Take me higher than high,
You take my hand,
The rose you pressed in it,
It still smells like it should,
Only warmed by my skin,
Scarlet petals held within,
I wait for you to begin,
What we've been both awaiting,
The lights are reflecting,
It goes deeper than this,
I don't know yet,
What goes on beneath that blush,
That gives you that tint,
Only that I feel this drumming,
That heralds our sin.

~Rei Shiori

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