A day for love
\nbetween half past four
\nand five,
\nwhen the heart remembers
\nhunger,
\nneeding to be fed.
\nGlimmering
\nin the dark horizon
\nof her eyes,
\nreturning from the blackness
\nof a cave,
\nuneasy sleep.<\/p>\n
Rainy day
\nwhen time
\nsettles like a folded wing,
\nhair trailed on her cheeks,
\nfingers entangling words
\ninto its curls.
\nRapture,
\nintent as a tiger\u2019s gaze,
\nsensuous,
\nday done,
\nlove vanishing
\nbetween our lips
\nin sighs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A day for love between half past four and five, when the heart remembers hunger, needing to be fed. Glimmering in the dark horizon of…<\/p>\n