OUR FORT

OUR FORT

My thumb along your nose

The tip reaching your eyes

I sigh

My fingers stroke your cheek

And linger on your jaw

You smile

You look me in the eyes

Small pools of mocha coffee

So sweet

Meet lakes of deep blue love

Then you fingers twine

In mine.

And we switch off the light

We smile, we make the bed

Our fort

The night our witness will

Protect the splendor of
Our love

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Poem by Darren White

Written for a Goodreads YA LGBT prompt

October 29, 2016