men don't cry [Poetry]

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do you remember the night you told me that you loved me?

we were bathing in seas of green
the wind coaxed thick blades to stoop down and caress every inch of our bare, bluish flesh.
the boundless void scattered with moon dust bore witness to the consecration of our bond

"i love you, you know that right?"

i winced at the sensation of the raw honey you'd poured into my ears