Notes
for the flames that shape the lunar eclipse, for skinny dipping after dark, for the smoky forest path that two boys, together, run, for the sound of his teeth tripping over words too hard to say, for slow hands and rough smiles and making love to the soft sounds of pianos in the dark.
{you were just a flower
always just a flower
tender like a rose
with charred and blackened toes}
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