Phantoms formed from every breath
In the still of sleeping day
Expectations frozen blue
Silent fury of hunted prey
Captured in the morning’s chill
Venus cradled in crescent embrace
Passion worn like whispering fog
Cold and warm upon your face
A simple silhouette of a dream
Folded away like forgotten clothes
Entangled eclipse of elusive love
Ah – this is what you chose.
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