'Phases'

“Phases” 

I want to be loved in this invisible way that doesn’t seem to exist on this planet

only in small increments do I find it

I suppose then it exists inside myself only  

‘My darling, you can’t see it, can you?  How like the moon you are.  Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world.  Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away.  Oh, you are beautiful.’ 

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