he tastes
the pinot noir
on her lips
with a slow kiss
in the comfort
of a playful evening breeze.
we sing
silent velvet
melodies
with a chorus of
his neighbors and
the cars and the trees.
she points
to the people
coming home
from work or school
with dull pale fatigue
painted on each face
we laugh
at the white house
lazily leaning
to one side
directly across
the street from his place
she smells
the rich bouquet
of the […]