The First Encounter

love-hate-fear-spirituality

Oblivious to the ochre sky-
Ensnared in dreams,
As a darker red stains the lips
with sips of yen,
The restrained sentiments,
So agonized in the percolation
of wavering eyes,
The heat of the setting sun
throbbing as the heart,
In time with the other;
At our first encounter.

Art: Unknown.

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