When last thoughts before bed
Uncover your fulsome face
And from that landscape gaze
Twin moons, eyes that smolder,
And waves of hair wash translucent
Over the singularity of this mind,
Who knows but from the night sky
A hypnotic murmur steals its way
Through sad recesses of the heart
Gently loosening love's flood
Where once flowed only blood
And breath becomes a difficult art.
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