That Only Night

she dropped the spoon and
I admired the way she
struggled to grab it while
she went on praising the moon

we sat at the deck.
it had more room. surly bigger
than the living room.
the table was small and crowded
with silverwares,
clean plates, to be
clean plates,
a box
of matches, her
elbows, a glass-
pipe, half-empty
bottle, half-full
glasses, my
wrests, an
ashtray and
a candle
diligently placed in the middle.
that night,
we slowly stumbled with words
avoiding each others hearts.

she dropped the knife and
I admired her breast, thighs and legs
as she struggled to grab it while she
went on talking about…

that night,
our bodies were vicious catalysts
only to torch the illusory hope.