The fury of the stars and the vain kiss
of Sunlight, the moving witness of a jealous
moon that wanes. I touch her with the calloused
tips of my fingers, the ceiling fan hisses
and rattles in the silence. I have passed
like clouds over the land, I am the zealous
heaven governing love, I am the ridiculous
dogma of a curious sect. O how I miss
the language of your body, the awful crime
your eyes reveal! Look how the silent guide
brings light to day, see how the hours of time
continue without reason. I am inside
her like a vowel in a word or rhymes
in verses. She's the mystery I have hidden.
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