They lay together in his room,
bodies close but minds adrift.
Both showing off their shiny white pebbles,
perfectly polished, arranged by height, resting in pink
gums-Too bursting with childish joy
even when the other isn’t looking.
Staring at the wall, she admires the bright, shining glare
Artwork in itself.
The wall so remarkably white where
The suspended bright bulb reflects
and refract its beauty
into her own two wet spheres.
The bumpy paint an orange so vivid
She could peel it off,
imagining her thumb nail sinking into the
think, bumpy skin. Cool on her cuticle, stinging in yesterday’s hangnail.
Tasting the citrus burst as it flushes through her mouth,
washing over her tongue.
An acidic carwash forever wearing
tough enamel protecting her teeth.
the sound breaks her thoughts,
Their eyes catch, he asks
“What are you thinking about?”