like an R&B movie

most of that night is lost

to the haze of weed and wine,

save that photo of me laughing

with your arm holding me

from falling off the couch –

 

i had noticed the camera

pointed at us before you,

so my squinting, smiling face

is the main attraction

to most, but

 

i’m drawn to you

looking at me with love

burned in your irises

like the sativa leaves

we all shared that night

 

and i can still remember

how you looked at me after

that moment was saved

to the ether, so unaware

that we were being watched,

 

my hair stuck between

our lips and the merlot

still staining your smile,

intoxicating me as we kissed

in the darkness that follows

 

a flash.