Counting Stars
Through the fluttering curtains
Of my little window,I spy
You chasing her around
The crackling bonfire
Her infectious laughter
Igniting the sparks in you
Dousing out the fire in me.
Tonight as you lay cocooned
In your lust and love
I shall be counting stars
Carefully leaving out the one
Twinkling above your hut.
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