Wintersangel

Wine of love on your lips when
infuses into my stressful veins, it intoxicates my
numb mind, slowly and slowly, with
thoughts of your beautiful
eyes holding wonders -- all the
red dust clustered on unspoken dreams of my
soft, starlit heart cast off,
and in the heavenly incense of your
nubile essence it evades through the noncorrosive
gates of evil sorrows; aiming for the
eternal sky of promising tomorrows
leaving behind the ground of unfriendly past.

Written not by me, but by a dear friend of mine