The starry night brings me the clarity of your skin, of your bones.
And smoothly my fingers are shivering, happening above the perfect shapes, which is you.
The quietness spoils itself darkly between our abandoned - to - earth bodies.
I am breathing-in your love as a dragon burns the angels' eyes.
Your arm protects the chastity of the the nightly sacred moment.
Without you I would burn, I would disappear.
But you are sleeping... And I can't help myself loving you.
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