Like Books on a Shelf, Spines Touching

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,
but instead,
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.
Silent dares.
A silent game of tag.
Both very much it.