Your lips against my skin
make my bones smolder.
You are subtle like the imprints
of fingertips pressed along
my thighs dissolving into
each other.
Can you can read my life with
my heart beat in your palm?
With Scorpio eyes recycled
like the mist of morning rain.
we are sun and moon falling
can love survive us?
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