Moth

My delicate love,

you don't know
how it is
to be close
to you

My fragile peace,
I know.
For you could be chaos,
kettle black in your charm,
I am saturated.

My puppe,
You walk my dreams,
You don't know
how it is
to love you

Even with angry eyes behind us,
their wagging tongues
their threats to my freedom
in your abandon, I live
I am drawn.

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