by Mxtrx N

And two years later.
No one, least of all us,
Could ever imagine,
We would lay here
The moon illuminating your room
Soft sounds fill your room 
You touch me like you want to soak me in
Like you’re remembering
And relearning.
Black bodies
Queer bodies.

Soft bodies
Eye contact and heavy breath.
It’s poetic.

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