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[love_the_moor]

Streetlights pass overhead
My cheek gently brushing his
As I kiss the side of his face
His chin, the stubble gently scratching my lips
His cheek, sweet and soft against mine
His forehead and temple, tense as I place my lips there as well

A mountain
An insect with its wings folded back
Two masts of a boat
An old man hunched over
A ladder
And a bird in flight

My sweet boy beside me,
I run my hands through his hair
And whisper into his ear
secrets of the night.
I want him to hold me till stars melt into the sun
or till the divide that separates he and I
is no more, and we are one.