Delirium Red;
were the colour of your lips,
that cold August night.
your pale skin,
bathed,
illuminated,
under La Luna's light.
your ragged breath,
intermittent gasps,
fingers tremble,
against my yielding neck.
19.8.16
14:12
Etterbeek
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Did I ask for love you could not give?
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