Would you take me
just outside
when the party still rages
people laughing
glasses clinking
music humming

I’m humming too
deep in my core
where I await your touch

Will we embrace here
by the window
when the stars appear
dusk ebbing
lips meeting
bodies thrumming

The night’s thrumming too
deep in its core
where it awaits our abandon


The Duchenne Smile

It spread across the whole vista, encompassing nooks and crannies and hills and plains. It had an effect of making everyone who saw it feel warm inside. Viewing it led others to copy its joy. At one end there was a deep crevasse people wanted to explore. The other end was partially hidden by a dark cascading wave. The lowest point in the middle was full, swollen, and dipped into a valley. The magnificence was really apparent when the light hit it just right, highlighting the disparate colors and textures: white polish against red softness. It was only truly captured not in a photo but by another pair of lips pressing up against it urgently. Then it faded to another glory.