connecting*the*dots

three
her eyes are closed
disguised
hiding her questions
questioning lies
both our pasts
both our moves
both our deals
both our grooves
hour
two
inches away from my face
her breath dances in my mouth
two mouths…
recessitation
of a time stood still
reciprication
of a notion more chill
more fine
more perceptive
more wine
more…
one
beauty
an inch away
a timeless smile
a lasting taste
a momentary flicker
haste
makes
waste