a night of you

By Myles Smith

we shared wine and conversation
over candlelight at dusk.
lashes fluttering as you spoke,
your eyes kept kissing me
as you glanced across the table.

autumn's sepia tones fancied your figure;
you were dressed in September
—I love the fall.
we sipped our spirits feverishly
as fervor flowered between us.
dopamine levels began to rise, so
I stomached butterflies, as
I sat and enjoyed
a night of you