He loves him.

Never apart. Never without

the tickle of whiskers, the feel of fingers, the  

coffee breath pontificating

the warmth of forever embers glowing.

He loves him.

She loves her.

Once eyes locked.

Heat rose.

Something inside her went click.

That was it.

The moon never leaves the earth.

She loves her.

He loves him. She loves her. He loves him. She loves her.

She loves her. He loves him.

Please. Open. Your. Eyes.

Sincerely,

We, The People