Dreams (hopes) - Dec 22

slowly it crept into our conversation
a slow southern drawl
I don't think he noticed (at first)
and would have been embarassed had I made it known
but we both found comfort
in crooked smiles
slung back shoulders
and wide legged stances
held the door for me
led me through it
'refreshed' my drink
seated it firmly in my hand
leaning back on the back porch
deciding if the moon was full
he let the smoke curl from his lips on its own
letting it follow its own course
no strong inhale
no strong exhale
just a gentle tap
but in leaning back
whispering low
turning just so
I turned in
listening carefully
following his course
following my own course
no strong inhale
no strong exhale
just a gentle touch
slightly parted
smoke curled up from our lips
hands firm and strong
pressing against our lower backs
pressing our chests apart
knees with a gentle touch
slightly parted
the moon no longer concerned us
and we were comforted
by our slow southern drawl