the moon rises quickly over your left shoulder
as twilight blues begin to darken,
and all I can see is the silhouette of your body
leaning on the balcony as I look out the door
the night air wraps around you
as tiny gusts pass through the door like van gogh's brushstrokes
swirling silently, engaging my senses
I imbibe every bit of your being.
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