the moonlight was touching us.
we were meeting again under the dark sky,
the calm breeze.leaning in the balcony,
i stared at you, you did the same,
we both were nervous.then, inside your room
it was dark, the window open,
and the curtain was flying.i felt protected wrapped in your arms,
i felt the desire when we finally touched,
and i knew it'd be over soon.call me by your name,
and i'll call you by mine,
oliver, elio, elio, oliver.
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summer 83 & peaches
Fanfictionif elio perlman had written poems about the summer of 83...