This is the first poem of the summer, I wrote it last night while unpacking and thinking of the friends I left at Rutgers...
There are moments when you become aware that you are living
He sits back in his chair, peers over at me
Thick smoke rings trailing from his smile
Spiraling into my curls as I walk by
His fingers flicker along the sides of the glass in contemplation
Pulls me closer as I grasp tufts of his hair to pick out
Smooth lyrics sing and we all fall in tune with the music
Street lights illuminating notes on the nighttime breeze outside
He tickles the small of my back
Fingertips pulsing along to the beat while someone hugs me
Unraveling hiccupped stories into my ears
I unfold my tongue and breathe
Coughing up giggles while I sway my head
There is a laughter settled into the room, rising and falling every infinite second
Sweet tastes of wine and brandy numbing our teeth
And our words free and easy behind the green lit door
Only tears are from laughing too hard
Only frowns are from sarcastic jokes
Even truth feels the numb of the brandy behind that door
Even love floats easy between smoke rings
