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Irresistible
Under a moon
a decade of springs
hadn’t yet scarred
we flashed smiles
sang like ghosts
through the flame
& a prayer held us
in hand closer
than I had dared
all these nights
to hold your face
as you were one
person or another
identity for me
to steal away from
alone after what
we confessed — lists
of ways to be
blameless & in love
under more moons
than I could bear
to count.