Twin Dragons of The Waxing Moon
This repeat has multiplied My fear of want of you I wary of eyes that Melt and cut this solid Core, as if set in water "Kiss me right," you say but, My muse, how do I kiss such Brilliance without burn? How am I to not fall into the Depths of you without escape?! Truth be told, I shy of flight now Nor is it my choice to make, for... Our palms fit as if gardens bloom Between. Our limbs as if vines Entwined. Our stares...mosaic Yet this distance, ever persistent Writing notes on the waxing moon Bathing, both, in that same light That shone this path to you... That will converge our paths again Esteban Luis Soto