Dusk,
shrouds this day's labour
your arms a respite for my fears,
beckon
I stretch each moment into hours
when we kiss
beneath the spell of moonlight
In this winter solstice of seemingly endless nights,
I cherish the time we spend
shielded from the glare of daylight
and the prying eyes
of strangers
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