in another life
tonight might have
been the night.
i might have shed
my soul for
that smile.
i might have rid these
crimson sleeves
for your lunar skin.
oh my sweetest
empyrean, i love -
regardless of these
artefacts, my
daydream days and
sail away love set
new horizons, my
makeshift heart
in kaleidoscope spectrum
approaches the conundrum
of your silken smile.

Dance love. Dance.
a beat belongs here
in the space between us.

The End

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