Waking up
Wrapped
In the cold
Icy
Orange lights
Heart
Compressed
In the abrupt
Remoteness
Of my breath
From yours
Snatched
From your alcove
A forced
Calm
Docile
Runaway
The truth
A symphony
Filled
With bouncing silences
Parted
Unsealed lips
Endlessly longing
For the golden dew
Of your kiss
The ghost smile
Detached
From my pale mouth
D.B (december 2016)
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