Until Morning

Sailing, intertwined, winding throughout the night sky

falling into the wet grass, dew soaking into their pores

a laugh escapes her, a quiet shushing from him.

As wind blows through the garden, they hide beneath

maple leaves the size of hands. Craggy branches

envelop, entomb, their solitude, their hidden screams

scratching each other, forgetting the sleeping in windows above.

Entranced, thinking it is love that catapults their union.

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