My desire is undesirable
Crescent moons hung above our love
On a nightly basis
We loved by starlight
When the sun came up
We loved in secret
Under concealing willow branches
And low basement ceilings
In upstairs bedrooms
By firefly light
You thought it was the kind of love you dreamed about
When Pangea broke apart
Moonlight shining off ocean tides
Brought us fleetingly back
But when the sun came up
We burned
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