sparks

 

 

Perhaps I have dreamed too often

of grasping you

longing for those subtle stares

the moonlight casting in the window

while I trace every freckle you hold

 

I wish I could capture

all that the moonlight touches

roam freely my hands

on every inch of your skin

it’d be like touching magic

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