Drunk on wine dancing to Glen Hansard
a hand on the small of your back
two fingers down your cheek
lost in the way you smile
the long dark hallway of your gaze
I’m unsure of love
but I know the way you feel in this moment
pressed against me, swaying in time,
cheek against cheek
slender fingers twirling
around the soft hair on the back of my neck
my breath mixing with the scent of your hair
you laugh into my shoulder
turn your face
our noses touch
lips brush
hearts
blood
palms
sweaty
we stand, swaying in time
lips against lips
thoughts twirling around possibilities
of a night that could be
-MjM
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