Alcyone
What you are doing here is a
matter for minds
greater than this
All I know is the
curve of your spine as I
cradle it in my hands and
refugee mockingbirds
calling out the hours from
across the street.
Our lips have been moving for
hours now but
finally are good for something
And when I slip my
fingers in yours and
pull you my way the
moon breaks open and
spits out stars like
drops from a shaken umbrella.
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