Desires

I want to feel the cool damp caress of night on my skin–

the density.

 

I want to feel the intimacy created in the absence of light–

the hush.

 

I want to breathe the darkness of earth–

the intoxication.

 

I want to drink the medicine of night–

the renewal.

 

I want to linger in tree-shadow with you,

then bathe our flesh in moonlight–

the fantasy.

 

I want to lay under the cosmic sea,

as you name the stars–

the communion.

 

I want to know we exist

outside of my dreams–

the fruition.

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