I just might lead you outside
and make you look at how the sky
is like a Nina Simone song
and if you see how the moon
has smoked the clouds away
and left only music
you might want to listen
with me, for the rest of the night,
to the great and unholy
when we find ourselves
together, I glow
like the moon
sometimes, it seems
so perfect – a soft light
like the moon
our shapes wax
and do not wane
like the moon
but then I reach out
and can touch only air.
I wonder about the eclipse
of you and I, and turn pale
like the moon
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