It becomes our usual way.
Worlds and lifetimes
whispered and seduced that night.
Safely, hands sat in pockets.
Absorbing words; eyes searched
the sanctuary of a corner.
Backwards, into
where we can't be.
Then, as Scorpio moon waxes;
you bestow a gift...
Beaming light sows our seed.
Emotions breed ravenous;
in their tiny tray.
Put away.
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