Umbra

When blood rushes through
And jagged senses boil
When words are nothing
A touch is an ache, a wanting

The sky is a longing mood
Sharing a breath, the moon turns shadow

When skin shivers in tides
And a warm calm inside
When pulse is rhythm, is hunger
All will won by two

The night is a loyal silence
Feeling soul, the moon turns shadow
The sky is a longing mood
Sharing a breath, the moon turns shadow










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