The posts seemed higher about reaching the zenith. They held at their ends, golden street lights that aided the moon illuminate the night.
My heart, it was in my mouth and beating so fast.
I stood alone, two minutes to the hour, at the mercy of the cold.
I felt his warmth.
It rapped around me like summer.
His voice sent waves that reverberated within my soul.
I was sure it was he.
We would watch the moon bleed…
After which we would sit under the bridge and watch stars.
We would kiss, and neck. And nose, I like that.
And hold hands.
Then I would remain in his embrace till dayspring watching the sun rise.