The night brings to me the clarity of your skin
And smoothly my fingers are shivering,
happening above the perfect shapes - which you are.
The silence spoils itself darkly
Between our abandoned-to-the-earth bodies
I am breathing in your love as a dragon
burns the angels' eyes.
Your arms protect the chastity of the nightly sacred moment.
Without you I would....
I would burn,
I would disappear.
Or... I would just hate you for a little while.
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