(I re-worked this one a bit, too)
the lemon moon waxed brilliance
through the liquid wintered sky
crowding in, beneath a veil
bent on servicing the lie
immersed up to our ankles
that cautioned every step
my heart drenched with conviction
your eyes curiously wet
I blame the rain
then curse the cold
and revel in this night
as all my dreams unfold
I pulled to hold you closer
taking comfort in my grip
your mouth more moist than tender
salt of perspirated lips
we crossed, for hopeless hours,
through the dark, lurid terrain
impeded by desire
and the renderence of rain
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