Now that it’s midnight

Now that it’s midnight

I remember it all again

The dove you placed in my hand

the liquid fire of your sunshine hair

how the tips of your fingers

weave spells, command horses

your moonlight smile, the smile

you still make, after everything, 

a smile braver than a bullet

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