a silent moment brakes and
we focus on her flight
moving slowly, dressed in a strange
disguise of fog as
she changes in the night
your shadowed face is plain and as
predictable as her movements
predictable as her movements
shifting in and out of sight
the only color i see is navy blue,
swimming between me and you
turning quiet moments bright
turning quiet moments bright
sitting thigh-to-thigh
I glance your waning eyes
filled with sudden might
pressing your head against mine,
our eyes locked tight
a sweet kiss revealed
beneath her pale moonlight
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