i M NOT A THIEF.

this is not a poem about moonlight. it is a poem about what your skin does to moonlight. you hold it like a soldier holds a gun. a part of you even though it is separate. and that is how i hold you, when i can hold you. in my mind, in my own space and time. i M NOT A THIEF. or a voyeur. i am a man. or something similar.

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