Quin de la Mer

Day Two

Connection

The Weavers Moon

 

It was the night I call the Weavers Moon,

nothing more than a surgeon's needle pricked your skin-

she who is my everywhere.

Starlight freckles,

I traced the patterns that kiss your curves.

You shivered at my touch.

Streaks of gold and silver swept the sky.

 

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