the picture i see of you
in my mind is shadowed and dark
but as you undo the buttons of my shirt, i realize
you are too bright for my weakened eyes to comprehend and that now,
now i see the light behind your eyes
and the dark circles under them that grace your face
like the dark of the moon and the
roughness of your palms
as they run up and down my arms,
sending pleasant tingles through
my body- i feel the curve of your knuckles
and in the dark,
i don't think i will ever forget it.

when you gasp against my lips
and crush them into wine-
i yearn to never be whole again.

the immortal moonlight bathes you
in shades of white and blue,
ever-changing like the ocean and you
smile against my lips and god, i do too.

you bury your face into my neck and cover my body with yours
as if you can shield me- and this moment from everyone-
but we are just two naive boys
who know nothing of the cruel world
(perhaps we do)
except the fact that you are
smiling for the first time in days
and I have stopped trembling and you
are gazing at my body
the one I could never bear to look at myself-
and I am radiating heat, and it is scorching your skin but you seem to be enjoying it.

you are the black nightmare angels dream of
and yet as you cup my cheek
with tender hands I cannot
help but marvel at how the moonlight
bounces off the curves of your bare chest as if it is too ethereal to touch.

you draw the curtains and I
taste something sweet and metallic-
then I realize it is your lips
and mine are probably bleeding.

I have never bled so willingly before.

-WE ARE TWO BOYS HUNTING THROUGH THE NIGHT