half-moon hanging
between two lone stars
the night air filled
with the scent
of moonflowers glistening
white against the night
i feel like smoking
but i gave up
cigarettes
long ago
i think of the
endless evenings
we sat on the loveseat
out on the patio
talking half the
night away
and then made love
beneath the stars
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