Eros

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48015
United States
42° 28' 52.4856" N, 83° 1' 50.7612" W

In noiseless nights they woolgather

an unceasing ebb and flow

of bodies’ fluctuation. Like the way

an ocean joins the land... Caressive.

Tickles of imperfection upon islands of sand.

Eyes like an oculus of the pantheon of Rome

gaze out past the heavens

the windows of the world;

reflecting tiny golden gods which collaborate and regard

the tepid embrace of creation.

Is this loneliness?

Sedately attached hand in hand

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