The moon has embassy in you, your cheeks
It painted with that hue, intangible.
The sun, behind the black gems of your eyes,
Glows them to sparkle black, inscrutably.
The voice you shed deep from your heart-next lungs
Is space in which I fume, unlocking all
What is locked under words not that I hear.
It's universe you are. I am a moon.
You spin me through the levels of you being,
The being intangible, but felt so purely
In every minute of what we call y o u .
You occupy time, space and me in them,
You take me.
Where ?
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