Marius Iliescu's picture


With your name called
I could touch the sky,
Remember days
And remember nights.
Thirsty now, your lips
Are nowhere to be drank
In a desperation
Of sand.
No other breath will make mine
Tremble again, no other eyes
Will reopen deep inside myself.
Back in a flush of time
My soul is craving your touch,
Face of no tomorrow
For a dance with
No end.
Changed into an hourglass
I beg for the defiance of time.
My future returning into a past
When my eyes were yours
And your hands
Pressing against my lips
For a speechless moment
Of oblivion.

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