Petals
in between the petals where the sweetness lays
moisture forms like condensation on glass from humidity
joy lingers by the candles glow, long into the night
with lunar beams come the dream--half reality, half fantasy
I wake at dawn, stretch and yawn, languid in your arms
knowing that when you slip into this vaporous mist
I'll catch you when you fall
I'll catch you when you fall
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