Lingered his stare long enough
His lips curved that perfect smile shyly
Brushing his fingers through the curtains of his hair
He lowered his gaze,
looking down
to the pale cold cement-
as cold as the shivers he
sent down
my spines, man.
And with that hole in his cheek,
secret intervals exchanged,
gestures we never speak of;
I still wonder where we stand
in this forbidden
love.
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