Her intercontinental kisses entangled in dark stars
hiding and hanging there on high
where gravity and lunar notions graze on verdant silk pastures
of slow dancing pale passing grey nimbus
she reclines there arched on the sleek backbone of night
reflected in his rusting hazel gaze
feeling the specter breeze passing through her hair
held back with a dark diamond clip
until the pale warm lace of dawn does break
and this...
this is the moment when her lost and blooming eyes
her slight sighs of morning air
serve to dominate him so completely
and keep the shadows at bay
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