twilight mist

early or late
the night grew old
a day is born
I'm left alone.

steps on my soul's stairs
the sound of moisture
tastes like your lips' red
like the sky in your eyes.

I touched the sunrise
sweet and bitter;
absence;
desire.

my hand
slides on the turf
it feel's you,
savour of love.

It blured my senses,
confusion and rush;
your sharp breath,
your sigh
and again.

Sunshine now,
and all is over.

elis.g

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