Phases on a Haiku

The midnight pulls in the remnants

of day, the moon in its fullness

it should be enough

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The midnight pulls in the remnants

of day, you are the moon in its fullness

is here yet elsewhere, nowhere.

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The midnight pulls back the remnants

of day, the moon in its fullness

stays, resists the turning of the hour.

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The midnight pulls all remnants

of day, ours is the moon in its fullness

ripe between your teeth, my fingers. 

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