Thursday, July 19, 2018

halcyon

limbs entwined
on a blanket
on dewy grass

whispers rise
like supplications
spinning suppositions
fabricating superstitions

we build our mythology
in synchronicity
predicting halcyon days
sinking in to scintillating nights

as we kiss under the lights
of the stars in the skies
of the stars in our eyes

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