exhale

the words take breath along her secret scroll

as moon gods sip soothingly upon a gorged soul

 

fermenting the chaos from a thousand eyes of day

til darkness hushes all, hearkening but one pair to stay

 

waning the tides of dark and of bright

battling there in eyes swelled in the stillness of night

 

trimming quite reluctantly unkept thoughts to the quick

burning burning burning down to midnight’s wick

 

all as moon gods unfold a heart’s silken stole

for words to take breath along her secret scroll

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