[Hlussawen]

From Sorsha's miniature blue poetry book:

Sunrise of Eltabbar,
Red like wine-coated lips,
Weightless like lover's touch.

Embraced us, as we sat,
Caressed under sky's velvet veil,
Breathing in,
Scents of a thousand nights.

That were longing for our love.
Until now,
When at last
I drowned myself in your eyes,
My sweet, wine-scented lover.