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The Sun and Moon are Lovers

This love wakes me, early

as you rise to

kiss the face

of your lover.

 

She doesn’t wait for you.

You each dance your own

cycles across the sky.

And your dance gives love

a depth I haven’t known.

 

Looking east to west,

I stand and sit and bow in witness.

Teach me how to love like that.

poetryMegan Bowser