By Sammy Ginsberg
sitting, our knees inches away,
the guy so much so in my dreams
He will never be real.
and yet he is real,
and breathing,
breathing me
breathing him
breathing.
it's hard to look up,
such fuzziness my vision,
I just want to lean my head onto his shoulder
and look up into his eyes
that are not the reflection of just before twilight,
But blue.
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