Atlanta was alive, blue and hot'�
the drunken night
had grown old and tired
awaiting its morning hangover

sounds of fresh laughter
had given way to pleasant
beer sipping, balcony dialogue
and the union of shared cigarettes
lit our faces with an orange glow

as she peeled her linen top
her unconfined, braless breasts
greeted my bloodshot eyes with a
wonderful curiosity'�arousal
peeked from the shallows of a loose
spaghetti-strapped undershirt

she continued speaking
as if her actions were
going unnoticed by the creeping stare
of my unthinker and I continued
to listen, struggling to maintain the
all-important connection of 4 eyes only

and when she cradled the apples of my cheeks
within the soft depths of seemingly child-like hands
I knew, at that exact moment,
she thought to give me the gift of her light,
to shine down upon me in a no-apologies fornication

conversation maintained, her eyes reflecting acceptance
and sex
clouded instinct
then she questioned how I had come to meet
my good friend, Andrew

I paused and I thought and I spoke
my lips, 2 breaths away from hers
one-half breath closer to rapture,
'we met through a mutual friend'�
actually, my girlfriend'�my future wife some day '�
I'm really quite happy...and in love.'�

her brightening light extinguished
by the shadows of stark disappointment
maybe some slight embarrassment'�
and daybreak rekindled, almost magically
from the embers of a naked truth

we parted ways on that muggy morning
a gentle handshake and downcast smiles
the evening had been good to both of us
no regrets, no lost respect
no broken hearts'�

'�and I slept more peacefully than the dead
into a sobering morning
I hope that she did as well

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