The Edge

walking between the planes
in a dialect of hidden existence
we rise with the morning sun

to leave behind the inspiration
of moon-crazed nights
that dance in the muddy lanes of desire

and we are free in the warmth of love
to share a kiss at the edge
where all the colors of light reflect in mist

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