Wishes Poem by Pere Risteski

My eyes to pick you
― is my wish
with my hands to carress your lips
― is my wish
as a snake to crowl around your hot body
as an eagle to fly in front of your red eyes
― is my wish.
To be strong to bear the clouds
and as fire to burn woods
― is my wish.
I was created just for you
poor me, I would like just one kiss
look ate me one more time
you can't love anyone like me
I was made to be a slave
to your love
― is my wish.