The Late Night Text

Oh these poetic hearts,

Beating apart

Yet still in sync.

How then must we live

Without the other’s touch?

That we would warm ourselves

By the light of our private passion

And delve into the undiscovered recesses

Of each other.

Naked to the bone and

Strong as fire.

Together a pack of dogs

Braying

At the moon of love

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