A pallid moon illuminates
swampy stillness of
summer's musk
Touching gently our
rumpled and sweat laden
sheets
we lay in
saturated emptiness
suffocating with fermented
laborious breath
Gravity
quantifying exponentially
heavy
we sink into
marshy silence
forbidden by hazy beam
to interrupt
it's absoluteness
with sound
Staring into bleak nothing
our tears mingle
anonymously
with murky atmosphere
we do succumb
And the moon is paler still
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