neath the moon

I turned the sun forward

to engage in sudden midnight

invited your presence here to share

that we would both delight from stars

stretch out a branch from some majestic tree

drenching ourselves in pure satellite

and galaxy 

complimenting how it wears us

glistens across two faces

bottling its residue preserved for later arrangements

while the sky exist indigo

sounds of classic violet symphony 

fused with new jack ballads for listening perfection

while we ignore sleep 

as mortal angels

each without the wings

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