Thick Soul

I blurted out these two words

Upon which

An instant knowing smile — melting, illuminating and white-hot

Lit up the dim spot.

Fetching, mixing and shaking

Air suspended, smoke formed.

“May I”? That look in the eyes

“Ahah sure” — like a tacit agreement, somewhat

A puzzle waiting to unravel

It’ll be something fleeting, samba-like, and potentially devastating, of course !

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