(Ceramic Sun/Moon wall hanging found at local garden store)
She kisses his face
Casting silver drips
Upon scorching lips
That consume her
She strays too near
But longs to taste
The golden rays
That escape his smile
And she lies for a while
In the arms of her god
He reclines his head
Upon her pale breast
The heat of his chest
Warms the darkling
For there is no shining
When it is her hour
She holds him in her power
Eclipsing now as they are
LiNdA
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