Duel

DUEL

The passion I can read on your lips…
Slightly trembling, they are only half-open,
They call me to the distant shores,
And attract me more than any magnets.

After gathering entire will, I remove my eyes
In order not again get tempted
But it is brittle ice of the devised obstacles,
And I find so difficult to play a feigned indifference.

As the lightning of flash is cut the night:
Suddenly our hands get crossed
I disappear in them; no one can help me,
My impatience become hotter and the sharper each second

As if I run by barefoot on the firing coals,
The heart beat in the outrageous rhythm.
The passion untwiststing his lasso…
And make duel become a battle.

Duel

Larasolnishko

Bath, United Kingdom

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