The moon witnessed
the countless kisses
that under the crackling
of rain
They flourished.
The drops like children
they slipped
on the slide
of our humid
and cold faces.
The clock stopped its hands,
and I mark an infinite time.
Never a night so cold,
wet,
dark,
I seemed
so timely,
fragrant,
beautiful.
A restless campfire
started to dance
in my chest.
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