i touch your lips and
we spiral
into a momentary constant.
the light casts half shadows
and it is such a kodak moment.
anticipation has left its mark
using my fingernails burrowing deep

into my hands as its medium.
and now everything is so still
and we are quiet.
i can hear the neighbors TV
and now the silence has been
ripped apart to reveal
my impecably timed giggles.
i laugh now because
i am trite
and i have no words to describe anything
anymore.