For a moment, it felt as if
we were playing house.
Sitting at my kitchen table,
dressed to the nines,
quietly eating the food we prepared together,
jazz filling the silence between
us,
sipping wine I coaxed my friend into buying
for us just so we could feel like
grown-ups.
But the longer we stayed at the table,
the more the game turned
to reality,
and for a moment,
you and I were adults, fully grown,
off in our own world together.

Your pupils dilated as your gaze returned to mine,
unable to contain that smile, teeth and all,
any longer.
We found solace beneath my childhood comforter
on the floor of my basement,
tangling our legs in an attempt
to mix our atoms together,
our molecules mingling as if
we could become a single
being
(your arms like chains around
my waist,
you are a prison from which
I never want to break out).

A soft breath,
a single sentence sighed from my lips.
(My head still spinning from the third glass
of wine).

(Scenes I find myself thinking of
when you shut your front door).