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The Beauty of a Sudden Death.

And if we sink one's teeth into
each other, the pain is sweet.
And if we drown in a brief and terrible
simultaneous absorption of breath,
that sudden death is beautifully beguiling.
There's just one saliva of twain tongues
and just one taste of ripe fruit.
And against me I feel you tremble,
shiver away into blurry ripples,
like a moon in the water.

Is my touch so numb ?
Is my tangibility never supposed
to pierce through to the other side,
where I can actually touch
the moon in the water ?

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paper cranes of love;
moonlight pouring into the sea
chase stars in the void cosmos
of your little broken heart

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Forever is a lie, just like the moonlight.

~MoonThief

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let my love be a secret
that the night sky blankets
the waves hide and the moon
narrates to the stars

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So you keep the stars,
I'll keep the cosmos.

So you keep the moon,
I'll keep the serendipity.

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A cold breeze is blowing...the wolf is howling,
when out of my window I stare and see.
Darkness is gathering...the stars are twinkling,
the moon is playing hide-and-seek with me.
The fine mist of the blooming night's coming on,
as the moon is rising above the horizon.
Ask it to indulge in this endless play,
but it'll never come out during the day.


I can stare at it, agape;
I can walk on it, tiptoe;
I can fall for it, willingly;
I can chase it all I like;
but it's not mine to chase;
'nd it's not mine to catch.


It and I, ain't endgame.

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Light years away, maybe eons apart,
the moon's never close to the eternal lover,
yet, the admirer loves it inextricably.

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Have you ever
heard the nocturnes
that the Moon plays
for her lover?

The misty tunes
that speak of her
half-hidden nature,
half-seen.

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imagine the sky, no stars, no moon
a black as big as that to consume

what do you think death reminds me of?
the nobility of darkness or the lies of white?

no, death's a reflection of gray

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