Love a shadow past bedtime

Under a summer sky,
we watched a film together.
The one about ancient times.
Outside, cicadas sang the night away.
And swimming towards essence,
you let me touch your body.
The weight of your
soul in my hands.
A tender lust, no longer forlorn.
And heaven grew wild, once again.

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