The sun stayed high until nigh on midnight.
The moon became their noonday sun.
They lived in sleepy embraces, bare and pressed close.
They breathed the oxygen emitted from the pores of one another.
The musk of life making them happy and high.
She smiled as his breath changed, as his muscles spasm into a shallow sleep,
Like a sleeping pup let lie until twitching into dreams of chasing Ingpen white hares.
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WrittenCasey 
I keep saying that if I’m not really careful, folks like you are going to make me like poetry!
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Thank you. I am blown away by your kind words. To quote Tom Petty, even the losers get lucky sometimes. I appreciate your time here.
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