it's nice
to walk
slowly
with you
in the quiet dark
and have our forearms pressed together
and notice strange shadows from the trees
over the path
and notice our shadows' semi-symmetrical shape
and have your head on my sternum and then
my head on your sternum
and then your chin in my hand and
your cheek under my thumb
and your hair straggling everywhere, my hair
knotted in your fingers
it's nice to hover
between new habits and
old ones
it's nice to make friends with the moonlight again
whilst hearing whispers of the day's sun on my skin
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