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Time is the slow settling of unspoken things— affections buried in layers of dusk. The earth waits, patient in his turning, while the moon drapes herself across the dark, her light a spill of soft persuasion, her laughter tugging at the tide. She leans close enough to warm him, then flickers away in satin disarray. Each wave a sigh she leaves behind, each ebb a kiss half-taken back. She trails her fingers through his oceans, drawing tremors from his sleep. He loves her reckless glimmer, the curves that promise and withdraw. She arches over him— pale, wild— a whisper of perfume on eternity’s skin. Clouds slip around her like jealous hands. The stars hold their breath, entranced. Even shadows rise to taste her, knowing she will vanish mid-embrace. And we, made of their same dust, inherit that ache of orbit and return— the body reaching for what it cannot keep, the heart renewing its hunger with each turn, time itself arching beneath the weight of her.
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Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
What Love Cannot Reach
Time is the slow settling of unspoken things— affections buried in layers of dusk. The earth waits, patient in his turning, while the moon drapes herself across the dark, her light a spill of soft persuasion, her laughter tugging at the tide. She leans close enough to warm him, then flickers away in satin disarray. Each wave a sigh she leaves behind, each ebb a kiss half-taken back. She trails her fingers through his oceans, drawing tremors from his sleep. He loves her reckless glimmer, the curves that promise and withdraw. She arches over him— pale, wild— a whisper of perfume on eternity’s skin. Clouds slip around her like jealous hands. The stars hold their breath, entranced. Even shadows rise to taste her, knowing she will vanish mid-embrace. And we, made of their same dust, inherit that ache of orbit and return— the body reaching for what it cannot keep, the heart renewing its hunger with each turn, time itself arching beneath the weight of her.
I was thinking about the relationship between the Earth and Moon, spinning around each other for so long. That was the beginning....Gerald in Sydney
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M/Sydney, Australia
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
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