letting myself
be lov-ed difficult, in part or full
A disclaimer, then, I state:
If I should slip,
trip, I this claim:
I am yours for sunsets
For sunrises, until
after our suns set
When the moon rises
I will rise mooning,
howling love.
For every eclipse, I will
let you eke bliss
out of my heart
The gravity of this love is
for me weightless,
grab at me what it will
For I know I am beloved
sun or moon or none
and vow to be so loved.
~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~
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