Easier Than This

it dances,
in the time between the moon the stars and sun.
it dances. it dances and he runs.

it watches,
somewhere between the shadows and the light.
its eyes perpetually set against the shadow in the night.

it touches,
somewhere between his ribcage and his hips,
the salty bittersweetness of its mouth against his lips.

it wonders,
sometime between the touching and the pain
the thoughts resemble chess moves and is this all just a game?

it loves
secretly with everything he's got
it's nothing but their love as his hands ghost its favorite spot.