recollection of a quiet night
small pops of light, the fireflies
trick our eyes, make us blink
always too fast to fully see
watered down rum in our glasses
we lingered too long here in the evening heat
could it be a sad scene?
the two of us, unspeaking
humming crickets around our bare feet
the orange moon swollen in a harvest haze
smoky scents of bonfires
the breaths of pines
exhaled into the darkness
you stare far out into the distance
the lunar glow illuminating your skin
my lips part, hesitation
should I dare to speak?
disrupt this shared silence?
the rum has warmed, sweat from the glass
drips onto my thigh
sighing, you turn and smile
the echo of a summer storm
intensifies that look in your eyes

8/23/06

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