her head is thrown back in laughter
and the moment stops
i have to look at her,
at the scene,
because we are placed in just such a way
that it could be painted
in strokes that destroy the secret
not of the words,
but the showing of our teeth
i have to look at her,
at the scene,
from the corner of the room in order
to see it
hovering between us
her laughter and mine meeting in the air
to blend, to dissolve
a new color, a secret
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
her head is thrown back in laughter
and the moment stops
i have to look at her,
at the scene,
because we are placed in just such a way
that it could be painted
in strokes that destroy the secret
not of the words,
but the showing of our teeth
i have to look at her,
at the scene,
from the corner of the room in order
to see it
hovering between us
her laughter and mine meeting in the air
to blend, to dissolve
a new color, a secret
