ce qui s’est produit nous a faits

august, cold, short pants;
tonight we swore ourselves in,
and i shivered.

august, cold, short pants;
tonight you whispered to me,
and i shivered.

august, cold, short pants;
tonight i opened softly,
and you shivered;

licking languages with hesitant lapping tongues,
we fashioned silences like moonlight,
and wrapped ourselves in dusk.

it is love.

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