Amsterdam pt. 1

Nothing more than laughter
Cats kneading paws....makin' muffins
Excited from the beginning
From my desk at work
To the floor of their one-room flat
To the canal'd breezed room with smoke sun rays
Littered with the things I usually hide by morning.
To the meeting at the phallic statue
To his Canada goose jacket with
The Montreal sweat shirt from twenty years ago
To his love of this place
To his reading addiction and the way he kisses his wife and his honesty with fitting us in
Baby sparkles in her eyes
Talking to her while they smoked
(indoors, for once, though in another room)
I could feel warmth from her
Pure interest in what bellows in
Her pupils
I was jealous of that
But from the moment she kissed me on each cheek when me met
To the third one paused by a thank you
The strongest thank you i had felt in a long time
Eyes latched on mine an I could feel her taking me in
A thanks for a congratulations
Baby sparkles his/herself
And she probably has forgotten

These are moments I remember and hold
Beneath my skin
Latched to the muscle of my eye and the string of my heart
Sitting in the dimmest of the quietest I had seen there
Realized it's romance less raunch
Not that it was anything less than sheer pretty

It was a whole other pretty because of them