Brash and unsettling,
The drinks continue coming,
Halting reservation and tact.
Two become, as only one is seen–
Hands move and mouths move
As tiny daggers slip through
Judgements fading grasp.
It is nothing never seen,
Ordinary in it’s budding disgust.
But, calming eyes and what is now
Intertwine and become eternity.
Sweetness still lives behind crassness,
It is concealing and revealing that
Allow adoration to stand upright