The sky between my eyes,
Fades between light and dark,
Cloud and smoke whirls,
In tornado patterns.
The sun appears,
In the gaps the mist creates.
It stretches golden fingers,
Across your body.
Taking time to glide,
Down mountains and valleys,
A spark ignites a gentle fire,
This soon becomes,
Burning desire.
The tender hum of your lips,
And a purr from your mouth.
Haze spreads over the giver,
And I receive the moon.
Its crooked smile reels me in.
A cloak is spread across the ground,
Enveloping all land and sea.
The darkness is thick,
But we know we’re here.
This is our time!
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