5.3.07 10:06am

Jul 10, 2008 05:02

Skin lit by only streetlamps and moonlight
Contrasts thickly against navy night sky,
Lying on sidewalks in not-yet summer
Our hands reaching out in the direction
Of our dreams convey this softening light.
Your head on my chest and your arm holds close
Thoughts of our coming freedom in which we
Do not need to check over our shoulders.
Hesitating love lies within, without
And honestly, I have no doubt in you.

cabot, poetry

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