Silhouettes
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I carry silhouettes, I carry you. This is a collaboration with @snowflakepixie -- we hope you enjoy! <3

Silhouettes

The lunar phases are changing like a tape in an endless loop,

The lunar phases are changing like a tape in an endless loop, with shapes enlacing its mirror of starlight and craters of dimpled time

The lunar phases are changing like a tape in an endless loop, with shapes enlacing its mirror of starlight and craters of dimpled time, beaming over the mountain’s snow-white dimpled chin and milky skin,

The lunar phases are changing like a tape in an endless loop, with shapes enlacing its mirror of starlight and craters of dimpled time, beaming over the mountain’s snow-white dimpled chin and milky skin, and pouring down a spine of soil with freckles of rainwater like glass.

They flow like calm rivers upon its naked bosom,

They flow like calm rivers upon its naked bosom, amongst a trickle of midnight and mellowed dreams of infinity.

They flow like calm rivers upon its naked bosom, amongst a trickle of midnight and mellowed dreams of infinity. Your reminiscence kisses the curve of somebody else's smile

They flow like calm rivers upon its naked bosom, amongst a trickle of midnight and mellowed dreams of infinity. Your reminiscence kisses the curve of somebody else's smile as the moonlight illuminates, blossoms the blemishes that swirl their body.

Under the Shakespearean moonlight, shadows read cheap poetry

Under the Shakespearean moonlight, shadows read cheap poetry and bathe your lines in a wash of wine-like light as their lips linger to your poetry.

The sun rises, and I carry silhouettes of sorrow from another night to another day.

Yet, your silhouette stretches and blooms in my breath as a blush of sunlight exhales our cravings,

Yet, your silhouette stretches and blooms in my breath as a blush of sunlight exhales our cravings, stars are locked up behind the blue, and you're still in my mind

Yet, your silhouette stretches and blooms in my breath as a blush of sunlight exhales our cravings, stars are locked up behind the blue, and you're still in my mind like lunar phases tucked in the tides of my temptation, from crescented curves to waxed whispers.

The sun falls – so am I.

It hits the sky,

It hits the sky, I hit the concrete,

It hits the sky, I hit the concrete, It bleeds stars –

I bleed you.

Hey, Commaful! This is a collaboration between myself and Rana, or @snowflakepixie. We both decided to write a poem together this morning and we are both happy and excited with the final result!

If you are wondering about the line order, the first line is hers, the second is mine, and so on. The final stanza, though, is entirely hers.

We both hope that you enjoyed this piece, and take good care, all! Keep up the writing! <3

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