rain pours down,
through moonlight-glowing clouds
wind dancing with the canvas
your hand curled around mine
Tea poured,
steam swirling about,
hot and cold curling
wrapped in your blankets,
lying in a cloud of your breath
you crouch like a cat, the tea you pour
steam glowing like your skin
in the moonlight
I am caught, breath in my soul
struck by the stillness
I see a brushstroke, pure and whole
against the moonlit paper of the night
sword-edge keen, whistling of the wind
"We are in the Now" you whispered
I want this Now
eternal beauty and form
unending
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