Moroccan moon
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In the wee hours of night
the stars cast a whimsy:
a shimmer; a twinkle of light
Under a blanket of clouds,
find a haven in a tangle
safe from the austere
The light of our moon
meanders among our hearts,
prolonging our ebb and departure
The lingering of the night,
flooded by tender affection,
lingered even till morning
As the sun rose,
and the warmth of day was in bloom,
among us was a blossom
And so,
Our Clandestine glow
shone our treasure from the night,
in the form of a toothbrush.