My forehead is threshed:
Dove of gagged wings,
screams from the past:
midnight far from your eyes.
Shade particles swinging in twilight
my
eyes
without
you.
I left my being
if your dawn doesn't cover me,
if the dawn is single noon
only flowing among my hands.
A ripped heart,
ritual of eternal past
song of sunny birds
swinging in your arms.
We will burn our bodies like sweet incense to your tact,
Beloved,
our groan will be Your absence,
our force, to die in You.
I pray
for return at night to ask in the middle of the dreams
how to fall in the blue depth of the lost time,
sweet cadaver breathing, beloved and silent inaction
Fall of sun on my shoulders
sigh breathing above my lips
I pray, to feel your kiss until the forgetfulness.
my throat is only, the journey of my unconsciousness.
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