A nakedness that never manisfested
In a physical sense.
It penetrated past layers
of fabric
of skin
of what is holy
and what is not
Our sin wasn't love, but surrendrance
Of protective coatings
In the name of a love
That couldn't float forever above the system
Time, the only force that is truely in control
Won't resolve to sustain
or retrograde motion
For two simple prayers
No matter how melodic
Time is only concerned with evolution
Even the sun turns, and
We were only children
Standing naked in the sun.
Birth sign: Libra
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