Your subtle sickle moon.
Over the heads of others
we stared,
For longer than is polite.
Meet small fox eyes
with a sideways glance.
And in one instant a dream was born
warm chestnut cheeks pressed against
hot blushing others.
a shadow of a dimple blesses you.
I smile after I’ve turned away.
But you depart
and in the next infinite moment my chest constricts and my heart
splinters.
Moonless,
it is so dark outside.
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