The clouds melting down from the waning day swathe the evening sun
in a haze of silken ribbons
And the velvet sky, moist with hues of burnt orange and bruised purple, presses firm against my skin.
The slowly and steady zephyr strokes my hair, my neck, and my lips with the need that is in you.
That is in me.
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The trees lean into each other to share secrets in hushed whispers, voyeurs to this hearts embrace.
The blanket of night has draped across my shoulders and I wrap myself in the calm,
Brilliant stars place fragile wishes on my lashes and delicate promises upon my cheeks.
In this perfect moment, I know that I will be embraced and consumed by that the destiny that is in me.
That is in you.