Nice to meet you

Grasping, lust blushed palms,

smoky, perfumed hair,

and lips that gleam and flash

in the pinot noir half light.

Sweat smeared eyes,

midnight still clinging to our fingertips,

the comfort in unfamiliar sheets.

Outside,

the dawn cuts taut star strings

one by one.

We awake,

and make our introductions.