Our limbs scribbled over the canvas of our bed
While the shadow of the moon
Chases the wind beyond our window

You crashed into my heart
Which swells like a poet's grin -
I whisper apologies for my haste
Brushing thru the breeze of the soul
Past the formalities
The cathedral of patience
Receiving a quiet relief
For the wounds
I did not know existed

Folding into the night
The closing of our eyes

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