Knee deep in the lacy
creamy, poured on milk wonder
of over thousands of
powdered sugar glints
I stand there hinting
up to the moon
"I'd love if you were down here"
The man catches the hint
and sends the blue light
down on me
and among the trees
And at midnight
I walk through his shadows
a colder heat
wafting from my mouth
As I walk
with
the moon
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