Moaning tide of swelling emotion clashes with the forces of unfamiliar energy
Beneath a full rich glowing buttermilk moon and dark colors are shades
of this twisted world
through your eyes wrapped around mine
intertwined with our arms
shattering unbreakable causes for my pain
I know nothing concrete
except the hard edge of your stare
so the stars drew patterns
with empty space between
some sort of welcome
in the cold compromise
of tender indefinite flesh.
I know nothing concrete
nothing complete.
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