The night of the mist

We walked into
a vapor of forgotten heat
where haze crouched blindly
into chilling air.

I touched your shoulder
like a bird that gently meets
its favourite branch
amidst a sea of dancing leaves.

Your skin dark as the earth
rushed in a silent hug
to catch my hands
as careful as a fleece of down.

You walked me down a pipe
of blackened light
kicking the darkness
which obscured my soul.

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