Each ray that's drawn inside my room is you,
The small sequins are mirroring the past.
I lie here,
at the same spot,
where we made love to each other.
I lie here.
But I am with you
I have been since I got into that train
on an Easter day
My red rashes matched your red shirt.
Red flags of resurrection.
That day we started our journey.
A journey of love.
For I felt your lips on mine
And the white skirt that you lifted up to reach me.
I remember having engulfed by love,
Each burning kisses
Like a Munch's painting
You are me. I am you.
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