With no words by Ariel Brand
In black and white,
they danced
as dancers had in films.
It wasn’t unusual for them
not to exchange any words.
They spoke instead with
their touch,
moving, doing
what their instincts
had told them.
He held her firmly as
if their cores were inseparable and
he stroked her lips with his thumb,
down towards the contours
of her neck—
As all goes unspoken,
a strap slips and snaps
And their breath
smooth, quiet,
smooth, quiet
The night pours,
falls gently
onto their cool pale skin,
their hearts beating
in silence.
Ariel will attend the University of Connecticut in the fall of 2009 as an incoming freshman, planning to major in English. In high school, she was the co-editor-in-chief of the literary magazine. She also has had two op-eds published in The Hartford Courant.
