On those steps, forever.

We’re sitting on the steps  
where your fingers
first met 
my forehead
as beads of sweat 
settled 
in the twilit haze -

tell me a secret,
you laughed 
and then said. 

I whispered.
My head 
resting -
skull held up 
by the bones in
your thigh,
encouraging me
to look into the 
violet sky. 

I’m sitting on the steps
but I am now alone.
Sit back down, 
I’d tell you
if I could,
and tell me a secret -

make it good. 

I’ll carry it 
right here
within my nervous palm, 
and there it would
stay -

forever. 

After all, 
we are naught but 
complex moonlight - 

you and I.   


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