Dark Wine

In hours of inky darkness
Our worn lives would breathe away the sleep
And stain the night with heat and whispers
Too soft and sweet to be ours
And yours...
Your murdered sighs
crushed around my neck
Your soft dry lips
So warm and searching
Searing with wild fire
And tasting like the midnight mist

(IF YOU RECOGNISE THE BEGGINGING OF THIS, ITS BECAUSE TO EDITED IT OUT OF ANOTHER POEM AND MADE IT INTO A NEW ONE... sorry bout the capslock - accident)