The shack, red and old
alone on the hill.
The sheep grazing below.
That’s where they meet
at sunset.
The colors play on her face
Her hands play on his hair.
When darkness reaches its fullness
Only touches reveal each other’s presence.
When the moon rises high
they descend the steps.
Their goodbye is a promise
to meet again
on the next full moon.
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