I drown in your glow
in your madness, allucinare haze
in your not-kissess and not-caresses
which turn my skin into a burning coals meadow

I drown in your stars
sparks dancing, licking flames
melting the forever-snow
dripping with dying icicles

my kindling
lifting me up when I become the winter
burning my hellebores; black roses catching fire
crowned with gold and silver

you are my lady of the torn gossamers
I am your lord of lost dreams
a wind in your hair
spreading flames over my dry forest

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