Come,
Let’s sleep under the sky.
Share the same blanket of stars,
And the ground of cold grass.
We’ll map out constellations,
And call them ‘ours’.
Read each other poetry,
The writer is our hearts.
Under the watchful eye of the moon,
Wrapping my arms around you,
I’ll whisper the stories,
That I’m scared to tell in the daylight.
Till the morning, we’ll lay,
Legs and bodies, intertwined.
Seeing the world go by,
And being infinite,
Even if just for a night.
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