The Moment

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How do I paint this moment in memory?
No camera tonight,
no shortcut to capture
As I want…
The light projection on his short black hair
When he turns his head to look at the window.
Our words mix with mutual revelation
in scattered chat.
We’re in textured warmth of the Spinnaker,
A flickering votive reflects
on wood polishing smooth
And in his eyes
a subtle glimmer
Undiscovered still in their depth.
Falling in would so simple…
Surrender.
I take my turn,
words pass his lips to mine.
But first a pause…
My hand followed his fingertips swirls
Delicate-firm velvet
on syrup on porcelain,
Then raised to his lips
fashionable, delicious as chocolate…
No photo, no sketch
Minutes recorded nowhere
But in deeply-etched frames of mind
And fragile captive impressions
Rolled with care
for a journey home.