It Will Be A Night

How can laughter become a slight reality?
We crave smoothness, segue between
motion and heart.
Ears are different from listen.

Touch. A product not perfected
waits on shelves in storage
designed for consumption.

Drawing. On each other relaxed finger tips,
soft brushes dipped in each others moist intent.

Gushing. Thoughts of the millisecond
fed to slower learners.

Healing. Short stories written on owned skin
with subtle flourish.