Nocturne
A Midnight Thirst
A midnight thirst comes upon me.
The gold held steady between us burns.
Water bends to the moon.
Nocturnal, shifting in the shadows
Hiding from the high hoots of owls,
Patient steps of panther feet.
Faces pressed against the moss
Our hearts like bats in circles.
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