NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 20

She was electricity in tall glasses

And he was the lowest string on a guitar

They hummed at the same frequency

Constantly they shocked each other with every almost touch

They liked to make their hairs stand up straight for each other

When they met on the dance floor of his kitchen

For the thirty ninth time

As the room breathed in all the light

He passed her secret notes

From his right hand

To her left hip

Neither of them speak

They just let the music do the talking

As they breathe the moment

In such a warm silence.


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