Spin the Bottle - Jennifer Curtin

A bottle turns feverishly on its side

a compass searching

north, east, west,

yes

pointedly at a predestined angel

of crackled lips and sweaty pits

A tender moment of locked eyes searching

the other’s approval and first move

for the fated instant

when two worlds are one saliva filled existence

and no one breathes

until destiny is met and done

and mouths are wiped

with victorious eagerness

or sanctimonious relief

and the next one goes, the bottle

takes its course

and the possibilities

begin again…