When the Moon Romances

I’ll linger here in churning waters
waiting for the tide to come –
to wash us deep.

I’ll ready your body,
the rhythm of your curves,
the blossom of your wrinkles –
A story I want to join,
join, join together in the future,
a future, now.

Our truth is hot flesh,
sometimes burning.
Our neurons flash lightning
that even oceans take time to dowse.

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