In arms,
We rest,
Under great waves,
We become undressed,
Drifting to moonlight,
Weeping for sunlight,
Carving our surroundings
Into twilight,
Of stars that fold colors
Into the unification of white.

Porcelain dreams,
Faded awareness,
Disguised simplicity
Of a disused moment
Under the wings of the other’s
Heartened caress.

Wielding
What does not die,
Though lasts with the night
Into the memory of warmth,
Bleeding sunrays
From the heated touch.

A bath
Or a cradle
Sinks ourselves
Into words of little meaning
To the world.

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