I will slide stealthily across swollen sky. You will track my movement when others are asleep. Meeting where I rule All Things Which Aren't Mine. Possession is illusion - there is nothing we can keep.

I will naked, shiver naked at always arm's length. You will call me the moon and let distance be. We have watched one another since the beginning of time. Wisdom is silent - there is nothing to teach.

And no one to know - we are in constant change. I will observe you to learn you every moment again.
With nothing to promise - I wax and I wan. Unpredictable and impulsive - can one depend on such things?
There's no one to be - even the light I shine, is borrowed from you, it is not mine.

And still, you are there, as if you've only ever wanted to be
making love to your reflection the way you see it in me.

I will barefoot ballet across your rooftop in LA. You will unlock winter windows perchance I slip inside. Jasmine and restraints and music to play . Tell me how exactly you'd like to spend your life. There is nothing to work towards - let's have it tonite.

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