Streaming in delight
At our late night wanderings.
Teasing, touching,
Laughing at those suicidal
little boys,
Their lives seeping away
through their smoke,
Who stare-
obviously jealous-
of your pretty park-mate.
Your eyes find mine amidst the
Moonlight-
A knowing glance.
You talk of beauty
And it means so much more
from a man of few words.
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