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.