In the dizziness of our arms and bones
I try to remain, despite of your leaving
I will not look for you tomorrow
The long night will stain you
And the stars will glow only for me
The morning will rise for you:
To grasp your breath – to blow the wind!
My eyes scorched by the stars will weep
Upon the dust of your body
I will make love to that coldness, even if it is my last
fire on earth.
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