Tuesday, November 27, 2012

evening desire

The moon's music wafts on wind
waking me from sickly sleep,
yet shadowy waters deepen
when love's longings move me most.

We, as tiny creatures all crooked,
linger in the moonlight
that spills from each others' eyes
and our arms ache while reaching
in the holy night.

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