the moon casts its milky
light upon
us as we lie beside one
another, our
hearts still
racing after making love.
we say nothing.
there is nothing to be said.
her hand is
upon my chest, my hand
on her knee.
we listen to each other breathe.
there is sadness, a sigh
of grief that it's over
once more, the thought
is tragic,
that one of us may leave.
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