Cigarette ash falls—
Down to cement,
By your foot.
Sitting down—
We watch the moons,
Bright opacity.
Together against the night sky—
Underneath Earth’s inky canvas,
Polka dot stars looking down.
Hands in hands—
Like two snakes,
Interlocked…
… in the night happy.
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