The dust of diamonds, sprinkled on our naked skin.

Laying naked on the white cotton sheet,
A rising heat.
I think
The contour of my back.
Whilst we talk, idly through
the glow,
Discover the things we yearn to know.
Whilst the
clear whole moons light,
Dances through the night,
leaving footprints on our skin.

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