"Snapshot" - Emily Katherine
He held her face like a bowl of water, both hands
cupped around her cheeks, tilted her lips skyward
and drank deeply.
Around them the dusty chaos of a summer music festival swirled
Beer, boys and bare chests
the strutting and preening of young bodies
the cocaine made temporary gods of us all
our tattoos were compasses pointing the way to our transparent hearts
our shouts shook the tent poles
and the bass from the distant stage thudded like welcome thunder.
She was not beautiful
but this is irrelevant
In the sun shining down, he turned toward her
An exhale, a pause, a split second before lip met lip
Intentions stood like sweet soldiers behind their eyes
Squinting, she became a fountain, a waterfall, a spring brook
and he, in the Polaroid snap of summer, turned from granite to dry throat
sand trickling from the steel toes of his boots.
He must have been so thirsty, for so long.
Emily Katherine has been featured reader at Word of Mouth. Her poetry blog is Gut Punch Poetry.