"closer"
said six clouds closing in
while perched there pretending
everything assumed was part of this
faint lights brush across your lost lips
the sea breeze sends grains of salted sand
while bending moonbeams stretching their fingers
watching little orange lights wink in the distance
trying to tend to this laughing garden of stars
blaming the morning breeze
for undressing our inspiration
and all the love shining there in your satellite smile
while presently the moon rises
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