Saturday, August 27, 2016

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
and own me.

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