a woman's lips

you discover in the midst
of slight inebreation
that the woman you've
been seeing likes to
kiss women as well as
you. it's something you
decide on the spot
that you have in
common. a bond of sorts.
you understand completely.
it's a shrug sort of
moment that slips
away like a sliver of
moon beyond the clouds,
but you won't forget.
she says that it's mostly
out of curiosity, it's
not as if she's switched
to the other side, it's
nothing like that at all.
she won't be marching
in any parade with her
kissing friend, or
hair cut shorter than mine,
or shocking her family
with a trip to a friendly
state to get married.
she just likes how it
feels, a woman's lips
on her lips. i have nothing
to say to this, but smile
as if i've discovered
something shiny and
interesting along the beach.