Sweet Moments

Sweet moments, like this, remind me of whys.
Tiny bubble-bursts of confidence, laughter of joy,
as if things were meant to be just like this
for all eternity (or at least for one night).

Few words traded, few glances followed,
soft explorations against a bottle of rum;
a handmade carpet feels stable and wobbly
with each turn, each exchange of curious eyes.

The chime of an hour brings embarrassment,
silent blushings to the fall of curly stripes
pastel colored as the smiles, the touches,
the Armenian design of the plate on the wall.

Slow humming melodynes through ocean waves
of curtains so excited, ecstatic in their dance.
Some moments, like this, even waves will rush
in the rhythmic share of two marveling shys.