Ecstasy wasn't found
in the bottom of the bottle.
It was subtle yet sudden
folded into the wings of the napkin.
You smuggled it breathlessly
under the bridge of your tongue.
I cupped it in the soft chalice
of my curled lips
behind the bars of my clinking teeth.
It crawled its way to my spine
and evaporated up your nose.
A minute or two.
And I remember opening my eyes
drugged by the way I had forgotten
what it had felt like to be wanted.
And the colors around me burst into laughter.
And we laughed and laughed along
until the steam of ecstasy was all around us.