somewhere
twixt there and
near,
we meet. again
caught,
somehow
unawares.
mystic starlight bursts
on the edge of night’s phantom
touch:
flickers of summers past,
and glimmers
of joys to come.
the magic grows,
quelling the mystery
and fear. but still
here
we are, again
stuck ‘tween the two.
fueling this fire
of passion, beauty, and
wanton desire.
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