Artwork byDorina Costras

When timeline expires
sensual sins
curve my eyes inside…

My story?!… still trapped
in this electric silence
as I lost the winter
from your letter!…

Left wondering
suburbs of my soul,
bittersweet horizons
chant my name
with the ambivalence
of a dervish whisper…

Your shadows….
lost the punctuated rhythm
and curved my space
beneath your breath.

Do you know?
You left your infinity
sculptured on my skin!…

(Anca Mihaela Bruma - 2nd February 2015)

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