The name of our love
is Untitled. She is young,
still, and dances. She wants
to be more, wants to
Project
but her tides are always
out tides. She is
the only moon
shut-in, boxed-up, hemmed;
her light-shadow kisses
against your midnight door.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
The name of our love
is Untitled. She is young,
still, and dances. She wants
to be more, wants to
Project
but her tides are always
out tides. She is
the only moon
shut-in, boxed-up, hemmed;
her light-shadow kisses
against your midnight door.
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