I dreamt that we made love in the grass

and walked beneath the plump moon

We kissed at twilight,

and chased the sunset’s glow

We stood on the hot turf,

and it shone from all four corners of the earth.

I felt the mauves and pink hues warm my face

They kissed my cheeks

and told me not to fear the dark,

For they would soon return

We lay in the weeds and tossed as the stars broke through their black mask

You whispered promises you would not keep

and I took them anyway.

Swirls of cosmos danced round

and took my weak arms into theirs,

As if to say goodnight

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