Utility
Night flowers abloom
And joy without new perfume
Hills lit with houses
No light in the room
His breathing guides where she feels
She snuggles to him
Wait until the fall
The fawn suckles at the breast
Making milk in spring
This stag brown in leaves
Will invisible exist
Till feelings touch him
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