I woke up asleep on the couch, the pins in my hand
needling me to move
& though the night insists on darkening our days
like a blanket tossed
over the lampshade to dull the intensity, still
she shines. This night
should know that thunder waits smiling
beneath her skin
pounding through pores in sweet moments
that bounce like static
which makes the air smells sharp & the days
are never dull.
© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott
Submitted for dVerse’s OLN #309: SMILE!