Game Entropic Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

Butterflies conceived like in game entropic,
attack the lips of yours not fresh.
With touches exotic,
I ask for a kiss my dear and
you will hear me glorify you.
Keep me in yourself,
like prayer yours,
when you ask for the mercy of God,
and put the medicine magic over the wound
to heal…
Like a fish in foam crude thick,
I bounce like a wave lost in the sea,
striving for that love sacral eternal….
I melt in consistency of eco of silence,
celestial latitudes without limits of yours,
encourage me to breathe new life in myself,
even tired from many lives survived
and reincarnations of all kinds.
In rainbow painted from my hand,
I am incarnate completely,
in his colors tempting
and erotic which keep the soul awake.
I feel like a nightingale put in a story,
with wings that without problem fly through winds and storms,
and like butterfly conceived in game entropic
that caress thorn and lily white,
I caress you.