You are far away,
and much quiet water divides us.
Your touch is coming to me through time,
and you have turned again
into the altar of my passion.
*
I surrender to you
with all the depth of peace that you bring to me.
My chest is again filled with tranquility.
I am bound with all power of tenderness
of your fingers around my upper arm
while our souls are riding via roads.
*
The heat of your desire is a home
There lives a source which is my body opium
But how?
I have a dry mouth,
No matter how much I'm drinking.
*
Thirsty and exhausted, however, I'm calm.
Calmly I'm pouring wine into a glass for the Death.
My trusted friend
casually greets me in a hurry for his job.
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