The clouds part to give us the moon
But we’ve our own smaller, softer gifts
To share with ourselves exclusively.
The night is in motion and so are we
And as the stars make their way across the heavens
I, no longer a lonely traveler,
Move gently down the nape of your neck
And undo everything in the way of our dreams.
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