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
Beautiful.
Also, some of We, the People, please open your eyes!