I ask the pretty woman how they put the moonglow in a necklace. She smiles and says that it was a gift from her husband years ago, that they make them with an image of any date's moon you pick....
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Now I can remember how we met this way...The city was raining and the bus churned onand the engine always felt unstoppable,forever rumbling and going nowherebut she sat by me and I don't knowif it was the just the first...
You followed me long beforeI even knew what want was and everything within you was unknowable,I would've broken your entire heartjust to give you what was left of mine.Some part of me is still waiting.It's only when the wind blows nowand...
She belongs to herself.And when she patiently opensthe entire universe before meit's almost too much to take at once.It's the moment before a supernova,before the raw matter of us is seared by celestial bliss we werenever meant to really understandWe can...
You stared at me long after in that timewhere we're only wisps and snapshotsand I was lost in my own longing,in a kiss so imperceptible that it seemed to emanate from somewhere beyond us.The tender heat of your lips remainedand I...
Time is still revealing you,a knot to be forever untied.I've seen so much shimmerfrom your bare skin,starlit and ethereal,twining long into the nightwhen you reached for meand all became heat and mist.Even my darkness tinged youbut only where I could...
I can still hear her in the dark,breath and heartbeat as softthunder from a distant storm,a raw memory of perfume and hair,the tiny yet infinite harborpulsing between her thighs that I'm still somewhere enfolded in.Out of the body, into the ether,to...
It will always begin here.I watch your breath come back,mist riding the moonlight,a beautiful cry swallowedinto the deep dark night watchingyou slowly return to yourself.The small flash in your eyes,of everything between usand how such a small flare seemstoo tiny...
I want to remember you this way,slowly pulling into the night untethered,silken hair still dancing in December wind,eyes always tinged not with lovebut something almost as sweet.Earlier we were drinking in wineand all the songs that I can't confess always make...
I don't yet know what once opened and marked you forever,like kissing the glyphs of a lost languageso quietly trying to tell my lips something.The beautiful lines of a map,gliding across and inside your skin.Beyond that permanent border,my tongue trespasses lower, closer...