| slipping into night
i drift and find my way to you aching for your breath on skin your touch on soul. |
| today was
skin and soul on soul there was no middle ground only us and a cosmos tearing itself wide open as we thrust and heaved upon each other. |
| inside night
i dream and hold you soul:breath:safe as we float aching with the touch of wing and claw still fresh on flesh on soul. |
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