A cold night, a lucid moon borrowing
body heat,
as though it were a cup of sugarβ€”
I look into his eyes and room fills
with fragrance, a hillbilly love song
is playing on jukebox;
how’s it that conversation erupts
without saying a word?

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: “One Last Dance,” by Richard Blunt, Pinterest

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