Dark blue night

In these dark blue hours of night

We lie in a gentle ball of quiet

I listen to you breathe

Your skin glows moon-white

Still as a cold lake

Your arm – a tree root – finds its home on my skin

In my skin

My heart is tied to the end of a shoestring

You are the shoe

It’s these perfect hours

The night’s melodies all but faint

We are two

And none else

That I wish would stretch and curl

A perfect 8

Unending

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