The sun enters
searches the room
finds us
curled up in a cuddle
lays itself
across us
dozes & fall asleep
across our nakedness.
The moon enters
searches the room
finds us
curled up in a cuddle
listens to
our dreams
paints them.
Somehow a day has passed.
Love...
the only time there is.
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