Taurus Moon

Lost in a Kisscape

The world feels like

A crashing car

A dying sun

I clasp your face

Shining colours

Eyes with daggers

A new-found confidence

Luscious

The way it tastes

All these Starwaves

A blooming flower

In the moonlight

I see your shadows

You see mine

Soft

Cruel

A sense of belonging

In your folds

And tundra

Nothing stops.

 

How unlikely is love?

What quiet truth?

To be is enough

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