crackles in my fingers, a stone-cold mixture
of sunlight and air, of the new moon tampered
by the swirling clouds above our heads
until the sky opens and inhales the Earth
within its darkness, the somber wakings
of our eyes through the deep wandering
through to our hands, the skin melting
as the stars which beam through the vastness
in the caverns of our love, the breezes of
formed our dampened bed, like the leaves
that bloom over us as the sky opens
up and inhales us both as the deep deep
inclinings of our love inhales us both
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