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Lovers

Move closer to the sun and to the moon,
gently its touch awoke us once but twice.
Sorry, whispering of deserts aglow.
Always it awoke until morning
and unto night aglow,
If anything might rouse us now this kind old sun or moon will know.
Think how it wakens our needs, waking once
the clause of a cold star,
are limbs so dearly achieved, are sides full nerves still warm too hard to
stir; O' what made fatuous sunbeams toil to break earth's sleep at all but
the sun and moon's love for all.

© Maxine Hyde

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