The wine tastes great so I pour myself some more
Never taking my eyes off your lips as you talk
The air between us bubbles with the joy
Of stories that are new
Of personalities at full force
You are a spark, an overwhelming thing
A series of patterns that coalesce in
Firework blues and neon blossom pink
Exploding in slow motion trails after your hands
It’s impossibly beautiful, and so of course
Lazy synapses trigger
"Here comes true romance," they sing,
Something bigger than the regular emotional response
Loads of different pleasure chemicals firing at once
But I’ve been here before
And so I pause
The glass at my mouth
The aroma of wine dark and hesitant
As I breathe slowly in
These are well worn paths
Grooves into which I easily slip
Songs I don’t even notice I’m singing
Love, maybe, yeah
But love is a word
Translated from a dozen different languages
A place where roads meet from a scattering of cities
Destinations as unlike each other
As time is from space
As flirtation is from confidence
And as friendship is from romance
Where we are, sitting here,
Illuminated by low lights and the coming on of night
Is not a place unto itself
More a possibility space
We can choose to set off in any direction
I pour you more wine
Try to slow myself down
Stroke the curved edge arc of my glass
And let this moment
Unfold in real time
I liked this.
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