Some say none knew
What to do
With her:
The
moon
Anymore
Some say none knew
What to do
When the secular
Became sacred
Anymore
So much easier to blame an orb
Celestial
Save the few
Or
The two
Intent
On her
Starry space
Though more
Intense
On the grace
Offered by
Heavenly bodies of
The other
As always
But she shone
As always
Such was the order of things
She knew
The nervous laugh
Hid the burn
Within
While
Encroaching cold
Hid the burn
From out
The smile
The lean
The space in between
Disappeared
As always
The soft sliding
Trace along her
Inner thigh
To signify
He leaned to try
A contact burning
Met her closed eyes
As she pressed
For contact
With his lips
To speak
Words so pure
They could not bear
To be spoken
Honesty so real
The angels hid their wings
As always
The pulling press
Gentle caress
Voracious
Her shift
Time frozen
Encapsulating
The flame eternal
Burned bright
Burned fierce
Burned
As always
And the moon
Smiled
As always
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