June 15, 2016/October 2, 2016

The knowing innocence of children
his most awkward gestures
endearing as the lilt of her voice
the strands of hair, the particular gait
yet that urgent, unspoken avoidance
of the coveted pale skin
in sleep and unbidden glances
shared through each bittersweet day
anxious reassurance of the abiding presence
wordless knowledge that the naked fantasy
would change forever the unbearable sweetness
of gesture and voice
the fragile treasure possessed
by each alone in collusion
in the time before everything changes
like no time ever again

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