The night blurs.
I'm not sure in what order
Everything happened.
But that's how I always am.
A little application
Of bourbon and ale
Didn't exacerbate habits.

The laughter of friends
Overpowers any memory
Of the semi-educational show
That was playing in the background.
I was much more interested
In the smiles painting
Each present human's face.

I remember the end in vivid detail.
All of us,
Turned toward the screen finally.
I remember losing my fingers
In his hair
When he sat at my feet
And leaned back.
These absentminded movements
Became intentional
When he leaned into them like a cat.
I remember when I first
Brushed his lips on accident,
And how he wordlessly
Invited me to do it again.
My hands drifted down his neck,
Across his shoulders and back.
I hope I provided some relief.

I remember when,
As one hand returned
To draw across his face once more,
He kissed my fingers,
Drawing them between his lips
Like one might a lover.