We finished our wine
Talked our talks
Emptied our plates
We were waiting
waiting for the blood moon
The kids are asleep
The dogs are fed
The news are old
We were just waiting
Can you hear the wind?
Between the leaves
and behind the bushes
Shining in the dark of night
vibrant
stood up
a feeling
Sharp, round and buzzing red
a feeling
pumping in the dark
We were just waiting
waiting for the blood moon
beneath our skin
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