Under the black light
You lay bare.

A band of luminescent pearls
Declare your smile
And the rainbow whorl
A cascade of electricity

Humility and humbled
We throw ourselves to the void
My back carved like the grooves,
Aged wood of the telephone trunk

A playground of negative space
And in my haste I remember to savor the taste
Of the chemical calm
Of the drone inside the walls
As we embrace

Until dawn.

Nick