Hidden in the musk

Of antiques and crimson lipstick

Pooled in creases,

The chandelier watches

Us race down a wooden staircase –

A blur of giggles and slipping socks.

A symphony of skipping CDs

And clicking glasses

Score a dimly lit patio

Of flaking white chairs.

I peer into your chlorine garden –

An iridescent beetle drowns

With slowing spins among

Familiar bodies.