night is the time you come to me,
whispering me in the dark
your feather breath sings
moonlight and stardust,
sacred places of my youth
i breathe you in,
exhale you onto the page
your ink stains my fingers
as i write you into my heart
intoxicating wine upon my lips you are!
one taste, just one taste more
--bruised orange
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