and one more poem.

Skin. Silky, smooth, tanned by the sun. A little chest outside of a beating heart, little boy hands holding mine. Mostly in the peace of night. Without even being aware, little fingers in my hair.

Big, dark eyes, that hold mysteries inside. Muscles inside little arms that hold me tight. I lay here, and wrap us both in a blanket of hope each night. I love you little lion boy.

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