Naked grasp for long legs, long gone.
Nearby newness of freckled skin.
Nourished by passion’s callous theme, a naive dream.
Nocturnal tides always swell…and always recede.
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The daily prompt was a symmetrical poem, with lines beginning with the same letter. Challenging. I enjoyed it!