for a glimmering

last night
we talked of soul softness

you & i
a small colony of
understanding
squished into
a plush red booth

“what do you think that looks like”
I asked of you

{soul softness is something
i have been trying to
conquer lately}

and you responded
“a sheep”

which is not what i was going for,
not at all

but your answer makes me
laugh, 12:30 a.m.
cocktail in hand
booth growing friendlier
by the minute
popping careless
chex mix pills,
laughter an easy
commodity to trade

and i ache because
the simplicity of it all
is too good
to last

for this moment though
let me dance in the
effervescent twilight
of these early days

when your arm slipped
around me easily
my stomach twinged in the
most pleasant of ways

taking lessons from
history, we know this
has a high chance of
crash and burn

but last night i saw
your soul
for a second
slivered bright

my hands caught it soft

it was the most innocent thing