If my muse would come, I would
take her by the hand and lead to
where the sounds of civilization
go quiet, some forest clearing I
know, where the old paths still
survive, walked by nonhuman
feet, and there seek what solace
this world can give us when two
bodies embrace, slowly merging
like the growing shadows create
and cast the starless white night.
22.06.2024
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