Perfection is profligate
These sleepless summer nights
We sit out holding one another
Everything seems holier more
Mysterious in the darkness
Claustrophobic with stars
Until it makes me want to shout
'Enough! I see you terrible
Monsters in the woods,
Humbaba and the rest.
Soon your dead bodies will lie
At the feet of my love.'
But we move closer quieter
Straining to hear that fairy tale again
Falling asleep before the end
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