Date Night

Black

Laughing
Not the light hearted lilting kind
But that deep knife thrusting
Kind that cuts through the
Blackness and snaps the mind
Back to the present

Faces
Dancing, no squirming above
Just slightly out of focus like
Looking through the thick glass of
An aquarium almost but
not quite

Hands
Touching, grabbing, searching
Finding, leaving, pulling, pleading

Black