11 january 2020
A Death's Kiss
Sometimes I do not
want to be talked about.
Like the setting sun.
The earthworm was busy
in turning the soil,
printing the seed's path.
I had removed, from
the house, all the clocks.
I wanted the time, to stand still.
My moment has not come.
In aloneness I will
find you in my shut eyes.
The dark night swims
once again, on the sea
to reach the boat.
You lay down your head on
the oars and go to long sleep.
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