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artist: uknown

Perdido (Lost)

I often use moons as
metaphors for love because 
my body is both gravity 
and ocean waves
and magnetic pulses 
that turn blue in my veins.

I’m an honest lover,
quiet when it matters,
soft during the night,
I can be both moan 
and whisper in your mouth,
I’m the last look 
you take in the mirror 
before a date,
the kind of nervous 
that turns into shivers 
like river currents.

Sometimes I’m afraid the wind
will leave me behind,
sometimes I’m afraid I’ll look
at the moon for the last time
and not know it.