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nocturne

nocturne

painting of a night sky as seen beneath a tree branch

maybe we can let the stars dance /
pale-faced and ankle deep in milky
way / limbs soaked in celestial river /
a splash of gilded dust / your hand a
dove perched on my shoulder / your
laugh dipped in ambrosia nectar /
crystallized aria in the shell of your
ears / a tangling of heaven bound
bodies / a waltz of warm-blooded
gods.