Hallucination

Dawn’s resurrecting fire
extends fingers of light,
embracing my hollow room with its grace.

Even though I’m roused by your kiss
at the rivers dark I pause.
The hunger for your touch rises with the gloom,
raw disconnected lament.

No one hears wistful sighs
as night shadows seep into cracks
of the remote, black womb of earth.

I give the wind silver tokens,
highlighting dust particles that burn
in marble chambers of my heart,
removing traces of untold passion.

Hallucination, the simplicity of your presence,
a scent on satin sheets,
imagined moments the rising sun exhausts.

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