Contours of light
Web and thread,
Ears too nose.
Probe-from, fingertips.
—Warm, icy toes.
Curling, outwards
In their throes!
The night - two souls
Two, segments of—
The moon - combined too
Became - one whole!
Amid a starry desert:
One - watering hole.
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