and subtle ferns mixed with your black locks
when we first crossed paths on Halloween eve.
Now those marks give way
to bronze skin that condenses all energy
and pulls me nearer: each moment
makes each thought heavier and feeling hotter.
When our pupils meet the transparent twines
of deeper intentions erupt from our bodies
and knot with an electric spark in the brisk air.
Or at least it seems that way to me:
Infatuation with the sun will blind.
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