In morning twilight

In morning twilight

Night is a thirsty trap

whispering the chill of omens,

a ball of fear falls down the stairs

of countless poems

stuck to the roof my heart.

It’s thundering rain,

cats make love in a great-big orgy.

I can’t focus, everything’s becoming opaque.

I find no compass to indicate the way.

I wander blindly inside your bed sheets.

You move, bite

lightly suffocate me

and place impatience

our on a thrown.

You exhaust sound,

calm tides inside my head

descend

kiss

smile

and own me.