The Distance around...
The burning flames...
your humid eyelashes touching my face,
a silent kiss in the night,
a gentle whisper that melts in the dawn of our desires,
and then you and me, static, motionless,
looking through our dark stained windows,
our hearts pounding in our chests...
longing promises whirl around haunting as wolfs,
as the final blow hits us, mercyless,
sinking in a wave of knots...
and finally the awaited and foreseen goodbye,
shaking our hands, more tears in our eyes,
and our burned out bones screaming out,
while we exit through the door of pain....crying.
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