Holding the Smoking Gun
ah the moments between
darkness and light
death and new life
a dream, we're awake
the dalliance
advanced
the twist
we danced
touch caressed
as the moon sung a song
the willing
the wrong
'twas right
ever tight in an effortless form
aligning the cold with warm
bent into shape
with a kiss
a steal
left with a breeze
blown
in from the sea
but oh
was it real
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