We took a journey.
After the drink
that somehow bridged our ﬁrst hellos
then at night, as we attempted sleep,
the closed brackets of our bodies.
That night we carved new words in city stone,
vodka and Diet Coke as our mouths,
judging, but kind,
in the quiet move of Zygomaticus major
First, of nervous probing,
a smirk as you laughed twice at my voice.
making motions that predicated words.
I focused on your lips.
The words unsounded through a kiss,
spoke against snowdrift streets.