when the yellow-hooked moon is smiling
in the too-cold touch of night
someday
I will be sprawled on top of a
lover
my head on their chest
and I will hear
their beating heart
will be sprawled, as lovers sprawl
someday
and my love will
put
her hands to my cheeks
and tilt my face where her face looks
our eyes
meeting
the same stars, meteors
sharing the same dream
someday
and we will know,
we'll know
we'll just fucking know.
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