Intertwined

Arms and smiles
intertwined,
we raised a toast

to love and beauty,
to love and heat,
to love and lust,

and those other,

burning things,

most likely sparked
when lovers’ lips meet.

I cannot forget your eyes,
golden,

through the wine.

©️ 2019.

This one was lurking in my draft folder, but I decided I liked it after all. Also, I was reminded of it by one of my all-time favorite lyrics from a personally beloved band:

“Swing me way down south
Sing me something brave from your And I’ll bring you
Pearls of water on my hips
And the love in my lips
All the love from my lips”