Voyeur
The name she bore was Amber Moon
and his was Forest Green.
He longed to kiss her late in the afternoon,
when the sun was no longer seen.
His breezy limbs snatched her from the sky
where once she would bedevil,
and beneath them both, there was I,
who watched those lovers revel.
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