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[Guest_oskarthethird_*]

The Dawn of Surrender


You are the long evening, the deepest
night. …sweet dawn you are not.
In your embrace I’m not reborn and
the future is bleak.

I know well that a night spent with you
gives birth to bitter regrets.
a promise not to seek you won’t help,
for I love you more than life itself.
the blue hour casts long shadows and I
can’t resist its alluring echo.

Our lair is a not feather of tenderness,
but thorns of demanding ferocity.
A pact we made in a church, which reeked
of burnt wicks and desiccated roses,
the redolence of death…

The name of our love is …Agony,
we can’t but stop clawing each other
asunder.

[Guest__*]

Greetings Jan.
I'd know that style anywhere. You still carry the art of sweet talking mixed (sometimes)  with a portent of deepest melancholy.

Here we are then. Deep in the heart of Lower Egypt.
And a long, long way from home.

A.