sometimes the stars are so close i could blow
at one and move it, as if it were ice
cubes in a plate; but then they twinkle, eyes
as full of warmth as only you could hold
within your arms. slowly i hear the cold,
wet, frozen raindrops languidly entice
my fingertips into the rich reprise
within your hands, to thaw me. lie below
the midnight sky nude. feel the grass
along our touching skins, as if your hair
had suddenly spread to make our bed, and kiss
me like the moon is deep and all will pass
if you let go. your shadow everywhere,
and i the ground, bathing in your bliss.


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