// Sorrow In the Eyes of Them //

Would you let me take you by
the hold of both hands,
by the moonlight falling
clear through two expectant eyes.

May I touch you here
in the dark, two lips heartstained.
Where what stings melts its pain into summer.
Where all that crawls crippled within

turns on its side
and opens its mouth
again
for sun.

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