~obscurity
just beyond summer, it's
soundless
like old love & lightning
how many months to remember?
how many whispers?
warm pinks & spread wings
the way she bends the sun's distance
between a tender curl
of leaf-sprout
& a brief flowering
his touch, as quiet as nightfall
soft ground on the cusp
of evening
an indecent, unblanketing wind
the dimming ache
her hips
belonging to the shape
of moonlight
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