Cold hidden hands holding each other under
a plaid fleece blanket. . .
Pinkies latching for just a second down
the cereal aisle. . .
Chests pressing an overdue hug between
the backs of library books. . .
Shadows snuggling in the back row of
the dark movie theater. . .
Lips kissing censored by the rain on
the fogged windshield. . .
And because we’re two men in love, living out
these innocent acts,
Such displays are still too public for
you.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
Cold hidden hands holding each other under
a plaid fleece blanket. . .
Pinkies latching for just a second down
the cereal aisle. . .
Chests pressing an overdue hug between
the backs of library books. . .
Shadows snuggling in the back row of
the dark movie theater. . .
Lips kissing censored by the rain on
the fogged windshield. . .
And because we’re two men in love, living out
these innocent acts,
Such displays are still too public for
you.
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