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The Time Is Right

The time is right.
The moon is making her way to meet me,
dressed up and daring,
after so many cycles of the same old, same old,
she has decided that she would like something special.

Her eyes are misty,
her mind clear,
she draws on the sky with her stars,
crafting a path for me to follow when I disappear into my pillows,
anxious steps become a run,
for she is next to me,
and everything is possible once again.

She kisses clarity across my throat.
I speak the secrets that we kept together to the collected clouds,
and there is nothing left unsaid between us,
cinnamon in the air as she shares her journey and all of the things that she has learned.

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