So musician boy kissed me,
soft and sweet,
like nothing else in the world mattered.
I clung to the curve of his shoulder blades
and wished that this moment would never end.
His skin was warm beneath my tentative fingertips,
and I loved every second of sensory intoxication.
Soon he slept while I breathed him in.
I prayed to an absent God
to never let the sun rise so I could
keep him forever.