"...those three words, are said too much...they're not enough..."
sweat has dried upon my skin
the air is scented you
thoughts have curved a timely grin
confirming something new
moonlight triggers sudden shift
of conscious lines redrawn
need conjoins the moments gift
for souls that split at dawn
in this light we're beauty's haze
where all we see we feel
our fingered eyes receive in gaze
what none could ever steal
yielded, lost inside our souls
within, we feel without
moments come to fill the holes
that kept this night in doubt
~Moses Apollo
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