we spoke that night
in riddles of the
padlocked mind.
with tears for words
and lips for syllables.
Wriggling into the
loopholes, exhaled
in a psychedelic release.
finding love in the shape shifters
of a shared vision.
finding love in the prickle of touch.
-b
To find happiness
in the gentle flick
of a perfect lash.
A fierce brush of
happy lips.
To taste the scent
of happy skin-
to ignite the atoms of
a tongues eager edge.
To feel the swoop of wings
across the unraveling knot
of a happy stomach.
The happiness they
asked, if was because of you.
And I smiled.
Because it is.
-b
