No one need
tell how we met
again here
under
the
steady
gaze
of the moon
plumped by love
first silvery and
jelly smooth,
nothing
daylight could ever
improve (this
is what I think)
when I face the window
and let the moon
lick my body
when you are
through
You
heat the wet side
of me like syrup
in a spoon
while the radiator
clatters, sings
way
out of tune
(ribbons of heat
over flesh cooled
by the moon
Back and forth)
if only
I could stretch the
night; I whisper
I love you and
again
I say it
too soon
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
No one need
tell how we met
again here
under
the
steady
gaze
of the moon
plumped by love
first silvery and
jelly smooth,
nothing
daylight could ever
improve (this
is what I think)
when I face the window
and let the moon
lick my body
when you are
through
You
heat the wet side
of me like syrup
in a spoon
while the radiator
clatters, sings
way
out of tune
(ribbons of heat
over flesh cooled
by the moon
Back and forth)
if only
I could stretch the
night; I whisper
I love you and
again
I say it
too soon
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