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It is cold whisper of dark,
that called you at last,
Do you remember that
first kiss in the evening?
Or how you first sipped
of December wine?
How easy we forget
the small gestures of surrender.

These tastes we take now for granted,
abandoned like small monsters,
from a childhood scream.
Then some evening,the date
not worth recollection,it ends
cold, precise,you lying on your bed,
broken by hunger, sheets
in your hand's grasp, gasping
for one more breath,
a last glance, faded whisper.

I, your love, your guide
through the cool dark,
kiss your neck gently,
to taste that last drip
of your life, falling
from my lips.