Incoming drought

Adio!
My last kiss
A meager trace of moist onto your lips
The dusk is just upon us
Before you glipse
I’ll be where I belong
In pathless realms
Roaming, and dancing, and laughing, loving
As a nocturnal dream
At dawn, awaken now
You
Unremembering
tremoring fingers of your palms
Clawing inward, now talons
Get stuck
On dearthy lips