lover, my lover.

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Only In My Dreams . . .

you come as the moon
dances slowly into the night.
your wild hair
a stir-crazy gift to receive.
I know you want more,
but we rest in the breaths
of unspoken words.

we are lovers not loving
hanging on to lost days,
thinking we will soon
be found in the belly

of the sun.

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