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I can already see it.
In shades of violet, aqua, scarlet.
Things I do not yet understand or see.
But it is there.
Waiting at the crossroads.
The precipice.
It waits, quietly breathing, in darkness.
Warm and alive, nearly in flame from the heat
of unyielding pull.
Like the race-horse at the gate,
it's heart thumping.
Chomping it's teeth to see what lies beyond.
I can almost see it, waiting on that long stretch of road.
I feel it deep within,
just breathing.
Just hoping.
What has yet to come.


Aftershocks of the full moon
It wasn't love.
Seeing him there.
Like that.
The way his eyes see through me.
No.
It wasn't love.
Aftershocks of a full moon.
That's all it was.
The way it pulls the tides.
Or how it balances time and space.
It was nothing more.
How the light shone behind his eyes.
No. The moon.
How his smile brightened,
pulsed to the rhythms of the Earth.
No. T'was nothing but the moon.
Yet each and every part of me wants
to believe in him.
In his touch.
In his words.
His confidence.
His breath as it mingled with mine.
And know it was so much more than the bright
orb in the distant sky,
pulling us like tides in it's deep and powerful embrace.