was moonlit when we
set out
in the small white
boat.
one set of oars, with
me
pulling them, pulling
us towards
the other shore.
we weren't officially
in love yet.
but
this would do it.
it was the salt air, the breeze,
the moon
on the water
as it lapped
against the old boards.
it was
the kiss you gave me
as i stopped
in the middle
to say something
i'd never said before.
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