Muffled laughs are extinguished by
the guises of cold brew and faded lipstick.
This is the moment that could move mountains
if they were outdoors,
cramped in the nook of a hole in the wall,
like books on a shelf,
their spines touching.
The beer can amplifies good times
highlights rosy cheeks.
Which can be misinterpreted
as blushing or embarrassment.
Silent innuendos spill over
eyes in a vice grip.
Each encouraging the other without a word.
A silent game of tag.
Both very much it.