The night before the moon was roundI saw two familiar strangers in the streetThe air was late and tipsyAnd magnificentScentFull of sound I saw two familiar strangersSharing a moment of truthTheir black suitsSuiting the deep-dark clothOf the nightWhich screamed to be young White collars were hidingThe little secretsUnder their collarbonesMoving slowly up and down and up and downIn the slightest attemptsNot to breathe I saw … Continue reading Familiar Strangers by Nadia Telenchuk