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I climb like a wolf towards the drifting moon

it is an egg, I am careful

it is crescent, like the curve of your neck as

it meets a shoulder

My lips quiver as a star crashes across the

border of all things unfair

we move closer, there is safety in numbers

You disappear, like a bad magic trick

i had only just begun to love you, my darling 

where did you go?

I was meant to caress your feathers,

give them breath so they would float

But I no longer wait for you, my dove

I simply write you these letters

in case you have forgotten how deeply

striations of love can run

they will never stop

You still watch me

if I know nothing else, I know that

this will never stop.