The holiday lights reflected in the wine glass as it moved towards his lips.
Looking up, he saw the moon cut like a scimitar the dark strangled night.
He put his glass softly down and held out long his hand for her to meet.
She wore a flowing dress which formed the shape of a cup when she twirled.
He felt his heart and the floor vibrate as they glissaded over the parquet.
“If I could bomb Machu Picchu and instill you as my Aztec queen, I would.”
She brusquely corrected him, “Machu Picchu were the Incas, dummy.”
They laughed, then he dipped her and half lifted her up, then they kissed.
A meteorite struck the Earth, and an ice shelf broke off from Antarctica,
and there was a coup in Sri Lanka, and 13 species of birds went extinct,
all the while he held her at a 60-degree angle as their lips melded into one.
Geometrical beautiful shapes.
“I wish I knew you my whole life,” she told him.
He smiled… “You took a long time arriving.”
Her eyes widened. “Let’s get more wine!”
“I fucking love you,” he exhaled.
The music continued but they didn’t move, caught in the moment…
“I’m scared to death of losing you,” she confessed.
He assured her… “I’d rather be a zombie smorgasbord.”
762 stars in the ever-expanding universe disappeared.
A painter finished his painting and dropped his brush.
A San Francisco Trolley climbed its last hill of the night.
Flamingos lit from a turquoise sea in a burst of pink.
Somebody in Las Vegas hit the jackpot and screamed.
A seal sat on a rock and barked like it were a dog.
The throw came late and the runner slid past the catcher.
A forlorn and lonely poet sat at his desk and shed 16 tears.
A miner emerged into the light, covered in dust, beat.
“Do you ever think about, right now, there are hundreds of men
underground… just mining shit? Gold? Coal? Whatever?”
“No,” She laughed, “I never think about that.”
“Oh… I guess it’s just me.”
Perfectly nervous lovers.
Oh, to be twirled… to be held. To be rapturous.
To be loved, to be alive… to be yours.