Find me at the full moon party
drinking until I remember
the thoughts I can't escape
always catch me in the end.
I can't see your intentions
in the moon's illumination.
And who's to say what you mean
when words allude you too.
I could ask more questions
but I'm tongue-tied at the sight of you,
basking in the secondary glow.
You know your eyes are the perfect blue
to get lost in too.
I'd come up for air if I realized
I hadn't taken a breath in days.
Maybe I wasn't meant for the sun,
we're shining just as bright anyway.
Tell me when our curvatures align.
We could pool our gravity together,
our masses are bound to collide.
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