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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
sickly sweet fog
lights in the depths of my heart,
fervent words escaping past your lips.
though the colour of snow,
your blemishes of light
bring warmth to my skin–
your luster coruscates
more than each honey-glow streetlamp,
my moon.
i caress your indented skin,
& hold your head
in my opal lace.
your ivory embrace envelopes me
in an oil painting of serenity,
& the felicity of my smile
reflects in your eyes.
cool fingers combing my hair,
our hands entwine–
as if constellations,
two pieces seeking their find.
my moon, i cannot help but rest in your arms,
engulf myself in a love without lust.
now that i have entered your entity,
should you replace the fog of my heart
with your moon light
or dust?
