We two boys, lost in suburbia. Nobody knows how I love you. Car parked two blocks down. Heart pounding hard in waiting. Barking dogs, ethereal train horns in the distance. My footsteps echo.

Over the backyard fence like a thief, robbing the house of you. Steal away your affection, take away your loneliness, make your riches mine. Fingers pressing on sliding glass door, uncertain until it gives way. All the invitation I need. Air conditioning blowing over me, a whisper from your mouth. Skin tingling. It always does when you are near.

So close now. I with you and you with me. Cat brushing up against my leg. Scratch it on the head, grateful it can’t tell our secret, the need hidden from their sight. Slowly up the stairs, dreaming of running. The door to your room and the softness of your breathing.

Undressing. Watching you sleep, the ritual ends with my lips on your neck. You pull me down, expensive sheets rustling and the scent of you. We show the night how two boys can become one. Our murmured promises escape the room. Your parents, wrapped in sandman’s chains. This moment is for us, alone, together. I take everything that you’ll give me.

Your smile, my sigh. Drift off again, me as your blanket. The suburbs sleep. Drowsy moon, singular witness, us shaping lonely silent hours into perfection.