Guinevere and Lancelot cool it

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She whispers his name
to the night
and her voice trickles down
to him.

Across the moon
a skin
crumbles patch by patch
as they watch.

Water, water.
Who knows when
these two will blend
again?

*

Rachel McAlpine

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