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Haunting

Just as dusk mirrors dawn  
You were right, my fire of night  
Everywhere we go, our haunting follows  
In its tormenting song  
Time has come to hallow you  
Searching for your heart emblazoned crest  
Beneath the crowned shade of tree and limb  
Hunting your breathing between the lingering sun wept shadows  
Hands stretching between the fronds of grass  
The buds of flowers moist to touch in their morning’s dew  
I find you there in all but sight  
Fingers breaking earth beneath my grasp raise furrows parting at their roots  
In our hidden world and it’s meaning  
Fires rage grown from one and other  
To the shade of shadow  
You're sleeping ear I whisper  
In mournful longing  
Fuck me in this last light of night  
Consume my body whole  
Embrace my soul  
In your shadow  
For on this earth we are whole....
Fiftysevenhours
Written by Fiftysevenhours (.Quercus.)
Published | Edited 28th Sep 2019
Author's Note
To a certain person who is found everywhere..
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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