3ww. slow slip

rearranging a recall
idle, close and calm
spotless, bent and round

tumultuous touch you speak
pantomime power press
bewitched the breath animus

we mingle in mighty madness
hitch a ride astride the quarter moon
swinging light and blue

we drank a dark deep
nearer to the next rise of temporal
fixed fiery stars muster mumble

fugue flight our future faint
tomorrow’s timidity coverlet
submerged floating trance
you left a bite of tenderness

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three word wednesday: drank, hitch, muster