before the wolf's howl
echoes into sad silence
the light has vanished
we swarm like mayflies
reborn in silken tendrils
of steam, soap, and scent
our skin clean and soft
we wrap, unwrap, wrap again
protecting ourselves
scoured gleaming white
the blade of a crescent moon
smiling in the dark
a heavy lantern
swinging low among the stars
we move to her song
slowly we spiral
fallen leaves in a deep pool
we drift towards slumber
our whispers weaving
like a wind-born lullabye
wrapping us in love
how high the moon climbs
how deep her watery twin dives
caught between, we sleep
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