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lluvia de abril Dec 2015
What shall I say
to the promise of bright moons?

Your lips, I never could refuse

And to your voice at 3:00 am
what shall I say?

You are better at this game
I’ve lost to you, my heart concedes

Is that a kiss that claims my
skin, my thoughts, the me?

Yes...yes...yes

I shall say yes to moonlit nights
so long as you propose
a kiss for every star

I will accept, as you propose
the moon is at my feet and always
bright at night

I shall say yes
my knight at dawn
yet
will you then
stay the night?

Dawn is a kiss, but
for me, for me
sunrise is in your eyes

and the world
the world will always be
for you to save
stay
On the night he stayed and built a bridge from the hues of moonlight into the calm of dawn and rays of sun.

*Credit  for title and inspiration to someone special.
  Dec 2015 lluvia de abril
wordvango
glad I'm here on the edge
of the crystal water my toes
buried in soft sand
my brain numbed
by Margaritas and brilliant sun
glorified and incoherently
enjoying the
Fuque-it Islands.
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