Desires after sunset

(This poem was translated from Maltese “Ix-xewqat wara nżul ix-xemx” by Mr Alfred Palma)

After a sunset
in bed
you saw us roaming together,
and my fingers running over
on the curves of your body
relishing the softness.
Together,
as if our hands ran smoothly on this canvas.
And then,
just like a lovely painting
that gets a-smeared
at the cruel sound of alarm’s clock…

So that today, this morning, fully dressed
walking opposite ways,
so thanks just to a sentence,
just once and for all time,
the cries that used to hurt me
doth change
in a heart-piercing silence,
in an emptiness,
till I’ll re-feel the longings
after the sun has set.