Skinny

Swimming, we haunted the lake at midnight,
beams transmitting – between us – the moonlight.
Take me to these nights of ignorance, sweet
fairies dancing in the tiniest creases
of two minds. Miles of daylight seemed to taint
paired perceptions as we lay in soft wait
for the envelopes of time that contained
our thoughts: faded, softened, discolored; waned
with the setting of the sun, rising in
the realities of our seamless skin.

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