Shadows play
Upon the misty morning's
Frosted up window
A delirious dance of something
I can't quite fathom
A warm summer breeze on one side
Trying to kiss the wet lips of anticipation
Across the pane
Where it's threatening to snow
A pagan meeting of ghostly desires
Risen from the deep wells of longing
Long hidden in ancient folds of time
The meeting of quivering hearts
Paint crimson dreams
On the canvas of a million shades of grey
I hear the banshee winds whistling their pleasure
Compelling hands reach across, craving a touch
Tattooed beats collide breathlessly, against their will
Again, and again, and again
Until the almost spent waves of lightning
Rend the sky apart
Dawn left stranded on one side, looking drunkenly
At the blushing hues, rising…
Suffusing the face of the beloved falling dusk
And the frosted pane...
It got etched, indelibly, by warm fingers
With your name
MS
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