Moon

To touch briefly–
Skin to skin,
The shiver down the spine,
And long deep breaths
of stifled pleasure.

To stare intently–
Eyes fixed on one another,
Unblinking, unreal,
Slowly looking away
to hide the confused intentions.

To breathe slowly–
With hands clasped
Neither tightly, nor loosely,
As hearts never entwined,
not now, not ever.

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