silverwheel
Bluelighter
Formal
Lying atop the wardrobes,
I see an aerial view of my room
that a bird might if it came through
the window.
Here, in unexpected privacy
our words are minimalist, barely audible
above the soft piano fragrancing the air.
Retired from the dance, the silk of her dress
dangles over the side, and my tie has fallen
to the bed beneath us. I can feel
the drink still circling my senses
when I lean to kiss her.
I am detached, weightless,
barely aware of the pull
of gravity as we slip from our perch.
I catch the warmth of her breath
at the tips of our noses,
and the sweat from my chest
evaporates in the chill air.
We shift, her legs tangle
beneath the blanket as our sounds fade,
and she rests in my arm.
I lift, and glide away,
like a feather in the slight breeze.
Lying atop the wardrobes,
I see an aerial view of my room
that a bird might if it came through
the window.
Here, in unexpected privacy
our words are minimalist, barely audible
above the soft piano fragrancing the air.
Retired from the dance, the silk of her dress
dangles over the side, and my tie has fallen
to the bed beneath us. I can feel
the drink still circling my senses
when I lean to kiss her.
I am detached, weightless,
barely aware of the pull
of gravity as we slip from our perch.
I catch the warmth of her breath
at the tips of our noses,
and the sweat from my chest
evaporates in the chill air.
We shift, her legs tangle
beneath the blanket as our sounds fade,
and she rests in my arm.
I lift, and glide away,
like a feather in the slight breeze.
