( After Gordon Lightfoot)
sundown , i'll creep into his room
to a room
he prays every morning
but no confess made
in sunset.
let there be dark
just the moon ,
a few stars
to feel better
in no shame
to lie my back
on his chest
get fastened
to his blue jeans
and be warmed
skin deep .
sundown , just hold on
let my eyes
rest in his.
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