harvest moon

I'm trying to remember

that you love me

but the harvest moon

has other plans

you reach for me

with a lust of thought

but your naked skin

is still not mine

suggestions go unrealized,

unaccompanied words

fill my hands

but not yours

yours have plenty to hold

and bodies spread

and bodies penetrate

and the harvest moon

is celebrated

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