Curious hands tangle
in tender curls, a sea
crested upon eyes that
see beauty beyond reason
and know the life that exists
beyond these mountains and
star-crossed skies.
Enveloped in warm
limbs and crazed kisses,
this moment lives
and we are masters of
a lost art-- creating stolen
time and forsaking light.
Fascination abounds, and I
accept your call for innocence
and complication masked by
the raw virtue of love.
This song shall choke me
anon, but now it resonates
against the mighty pines.
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