lemon cake and karaoke

We both knew solitude as something else so I kissed her for us to know it together because the night helped me find her car helped me find her waist helped me find her mouth. We spent an evening lips flapping, eyes darting, little electrons in their shells as I circled a center where the weight is, catching it briefly in a disagreement between her lips and her eyes in the heaviest millisecond after the laughter we mostly didn’t mean. We titrated disclosure in the smallest concentration asking will she let me in? will I let her in? We talked art but did molecular chemistry. We talked love but were astrophysicists, orbiting the mystery. We never talked loneliness because we were that system under study we were the celestial body we tried to taste off each other’s tongues we were the intermolecular forces and the flask on the lab bench, quiet and observably still, nothing created nothing destroyed, just lipstick exchanged for lemon cake and karaoke.