Night Crash on a Cancer and an Almost Full Moon on the precipice; a Jordan Almond Crescent away from perfectly round beam beholding all- you torture me. I need you. I look like I'm running from something tonight, rather than just running. I want to keep going tonight and not stop, rolling, incessant tryst tangled in my veins, those hot things that pulsate with your tide shift.
I need you now. I feel myself on the edge of myself- a scant curve away from losing all control. You are one lunar parenthesis safe from my total sovereignty- white hot light swallows your darkness tonight.
You are almost powerless; surrendered- A Lion in a SeaStorm- what now of those fangs?
I need you now to run.
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