The Connection

Heavy are the whispers

softly spoken to

that half moon

that swears it wants to

give us more light

so we can focus.

The nighttime air

is too cold

to kiss out here

our lips burn

lipgloss passed from one.

It always feels good

to be outside

seeing who

has the strongest exhale,

all this,

without laughing.

This connection,

when we crossed paths

was a little unexpected

eyes glanced sideways

I wanted to ignore that look

it was no use really

those eyes took hold

I turned

asking

two questions.

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