QUIET SPACE
Give me the moon and I'll taste your skin... white, like the light above.
We bathe in calm among neon lights. I close my eyes. I hear laughter dancing.
A taxi accelerates, 'rounding a corner.
The wind flows past our bodies...
moving, like an elegant river, undisturbed.
I have no words. My mind, void of analytic thought.
Tenderness radiates on this street corner.
Beneath perfect white, illuminated among perfect black;
your heart pounds against my cheek.
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