midnights
spent committing
moon shapes to memory,
rehearsing the nicknames of lovers,
losing
the feel,
and imagining a laying
on of hands. midnights gone
the way of all
language
midnights
spent committing
moon shapes to memory,
rehearsing the nicknames of lovers,
losing
the feel,
and imagining a laying
on of hands. midnights gone
the way of all
language