Sunday, June 28, 2009

Undress Silence

The moon shone cold in the deep sky,
nights and days bleeded together.
I longed for love,
but that sweet oblivion
was not to be mine yet.

With your scent you awoke my deepest sin,
and now
for my lust I haunt the night
and for my dreams
I behold to life.

© Diana Mistera 2009


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