reaching out in the
dark my hand finds yours as we walk back in the chilly dawn
we’re smiling exhaling
white breath from cold lips as our fingers brush in the foggy morn
my head is light
and my feet don’t feel the ground as i carelessly twirl and you laugh
unmindful of the
fact that we’re going to be torn asunder and you’ll be gone
and so skipping we
go stepping lightly in the darkness with not a soul around
our steps echo and
the distant howl of the dog we disturbed is the only other sound
my fingers are numb
and i feel not my toes and the night of passion still alive in my head
sends shivers down
my sides as i miss the sheets still warm we left rumpled on the bed
the barricade’s
unmanned and we squeeze through kicking stones as we go
and they noiselessly
skim on the black tar while the occasional passing car splits our shadows
on the walls and
leaves them moon-walking backwards off the shutters of shops corrugated shut
that stand vigil in
silent rows the solemn witnesses to our undeclared love
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