The fold lifts – he’s there in the mist
And the world tumbles aside.
We come together and meet lips
As Night’s stars fill our eyes.
It’s a world of two – two in the world.
The rush – the fire of his touch
Enshroud us as a cocoon would
And it’s everything we want.
The fold suddenly lifts again –
A secret knowledge now in its stead.
I face the garish morning sun
With a smile – though twisted.
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