Riding, gently. Hot winds rising All around us in the night Just begun, barely even. My life for a fingernail moon And a handful of silk Hair blowing in my face. My life for this peace. Yeah, shove it in my pocket. Fairy tale of skin. The pale, fiery evensong Folding us in. Folding inside of us. My life for your darkness, wetness And a fingernail moon Silver, ebbing, flowing. Come into this cathedral. My life for this to come in to.

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