it was a summer cottage,
abandoned
with an unlocked door we
found
off the screened porch.
no lights, no heat, no
sound,
just the moonlight leaking
through
the ceiling rafters
as we made our
bed upon the floor.
two lovers, hardly born,
but sharing
the wealth of youth,
making love as if only
that was all the world
held as
truth.
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