Footsteps
And laughter.
In a drunken slur
A fade out
A fade in.
Scrupulous blinking,
Heavy breathing
A brush or two.
Parted lips,
Him leading,
Just by a step;
The colored sky
A magical spell.
A yellow blur
They stepped into;
Their twisted smiles.
Coming together
The two bodies
Rhythm, divine.
Senseless and invisible
These happy lives.
Love, actually!
