while birds collapse voicelessly
while birds collapse voicelessly
in the crystal of the throat
there your body sinks
in the crimson of the twilight
dishelved shadows
nestle Your shivering shame
there stumbles wisdom
gives out a cry
in which vallyes turn into the fever
of lips loosely disintangled by passion
there a snake of your breath
reaches out for grapes
and insignificant seconds
approach the transperency
of your breast
peering throught their sensuous gasps
clinging to their impeccable past
they resemble Death
its starving grip
its merciless lust
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